Judd Apatow’s only actually written and directed three films: The 40-Year Old Virgin, Knocked Up, and the forthcoming Funny People. However, like an internet meme or frathouse crabs, he’s spread across the movie landscape with his all-too-familiar band of household cronies, popping up in every fucking comedy released and about as welcome as a wedding day herpsore.
I like Judd Apatow. He’s good. I also enjoy pizza. But if forced to eat pizza every day, sometimes twice a day, I’m going to get sick of it. Even it’s some primo gourmet shit. It happened with “Arrested Development,” where they got huge, we all loved them, Fox tanked the show, and then the cast popped up in every fucking movie made for the past five years. Michael Cera isn’t the only male teen actor, Hollywood. Will Arnett’s amazing — in concentrated doses — otherwise, he’s like drinking cough syrup. Jason Bateman was an underappreciated gem, don’t put him in every fucking necklace, dammit.
And now, if it’s a comedy, it’s gotta have Seth Rogen or Paul Rudd (it’s the former), and then two or three of the also-rans like they were toppings at Subway. And I dig those guys, but they’re in everything now. And it’s getting hard to tell them apart.
But now, Apatow’s coming at us with what looks like a solidly funny dramedy. It’s got a pretty amazing cast — Rogen, Jonah Hill, Jason Schwarzmann finding a nice balance between Cool Ethan and Max Fischer, Leslie Mann (watch out for turning her into Sheri Moon there, Juddski), and the Adam Sandler from Punch Drunk Love. A bunch of comedians are in it, sort of bestowing their blessing — Sarah Silverman, Andy Dick, Dave Attell. Dustin swears he saw Paul Reiser in the trailer, and I would expect to see a ton of surprise cameos.
The trailer’s red band — but after watching the dick-frenzy of The Hangover this is pretty tame by comparison. Apatow tends for the Kevin Smith dialogue-play rather than the big-time gross-out slapstick, so I wasn’t expecting big fiery titties to rain out of the sky. I think this could be pretty fucking great — but I’m a little worn-out on Apatow. Fortunately, that’s why Dan and Dustin review the big marquee flicks — that and the whole competence thing.
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