As we all know summer is the worst time for television viewing. Nothing but reruns and for a self-proclaimed TV-aholic, this is quite difficult for me. So now we have taken to going to the dollar movie theatre on Sunday evenings.
First off, this place is not a show place, do not dress up or even bother to put on make up (do you really want to be recognized anyway?) I suggest a hat for hair health and for god sake be sure to wear sturdy footwear because flip flops are no match for the space age polymer that lurks on the floor. I also made the mistake of eating extra-buttered popcorn and fair warning, I have been dining on Pepto Bismol ever since.
This past weekend, I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I guess I did not expect full frontal nudity. And, unlike men who rate movies by its “gratuitous cleavage shots”, (I’ll give it a two boobs up, Roger) I always seem to feel the need to turn my head and look away. I guess I am just not interested in seeing man parts displayed on the big screen. Don’t get me wrong, I will forever visualize the volleyball scene from Top Gun whenever I head to the beach, but I don’t feel the need to see below the equator. Maybe that’s just me?
I did laugh out loud at several parts of the movie and the guy who plays the English rock star is hilarious (Russell Brand). Bill Hader from SNL has a small part as a step-brother and he has a few funny scenes, but I think Paul Rudd as the surf instructor steals the show!
We all know that Adam Sandler makes movies with his friends, the same group of people in every film, so look for Judd Apatow’s films to do the same thing; a great group of friends, having some fun and making a couple of bucks on the side – sounds like a good life!
Its got a good beat and you can dance to it, I’ll give it a 75 and two testicles, Dick!