I rented it under peer pressure and enjoyed it more than anyone decently should have.
I loved the Brit rock star character. He was very glib and hilarious. I thought it was interesting that the main character wasn’t the typical hollywood profile. He looked like an actual human being, believably a little out of his league with the super-plastic arm candy, vapid girlfriend. The character development was authentic in as much as he didn’t just immediately fall for the next girl who came along. I was literally holding my breath in the scene where his ex tries to seduce him again, wondering which kind of movie this was going to turn out to be. I won’t reveal the outcome because I think you should see it for youself.

I didn’t want to like it But, I loved it. I laughed. and laughed. And then something amazing happened… I laughed a little more. It made me happy. Jason Segel was quite lovable. Russel Brand quite hateable.. and lovable. Well, you loved to hate him and hated that you hated him. And I witnessed one puppet rock opera that I was saddened to know wasn’t real.

LOVE/HATE

Found myself simultaneously liking and hating Russell Brand’s character. I have not idea, but I couldn’t help but think that the portrayal might be pretty accurate for the rock star personality.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a a fun semi-romantic comedy with lots of sex jokes. Nothing breath-taking here; it’s a movie you’ll probably forget the next day.

There is, though, one scene that you may remember, especially if you’ve recently been through a break-up, and particularly if you’re a guy who lost his girl to another man:

Dracula’s Lament song

Context: “Dracula is a man, like anyone else. He just wants to be loved.”; the keyboards player (Peter) has been dumped by his girlfriend for a musician. Here are the lyrics:

“It’s getting kind of hard to believe things are going to get better.
I’ve been drowning too long to believe that the tide’s going to turn.
And I’ve been living too hard to believe things are going to get easier now.
I’m still trying to shake off the pain from the lessons I’ve learned.
And if I see Van Helsing, I swear to the Lord I will slay him. AH-HAH-HAH-HAH!
He’d take you from me, but I swear I won’t let it be so. AH-HAH-HAH-HAH!
Blood, will run down his face when he is decapitated. AH!
His head on my mantle is how I will let this world know: how much I love you.

Die.

Die.

Die.

I can’t.

i am in in love with the superbad boys. especially the chubby one with curly hair. the things i would do with that mop. i went into this movie expecting a laugh and i wasn’t led astray. funny, funny, funny. at times, i felt the sex innuendos were a little too much, which led to a minor irritation. my applause goes out to the boy for some full-frontal nudity. in a time where naked girls are the norm, you don’t see a lot of that these days. kudos!

Absolutely trashy in a Borat kinda way, but hilariously funny.