Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a hilarious movie, a brilliant deconstruction of the romantic comedy, a film that, assuming you have the appropriate sense of humor, will make you laugh out loud again and again.

A romantic comedy both men and women can fall in love with.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall will, quite properly, be seen as the next issue from writer-producer-director Judd Apatow's anti-stud farm, a sibling of The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up and Superbad.

This story of one man's rebound has a heart to go with its comic nerve.

Kunis is very warm and likable, and Bell impresses in a few surprisingly dramatic moments.

Getting real humor out of alleged comedies is too rare, which is why Forgetting Sarah Marshall is so memorable.

Apatow has given Segel all the tools to score his breakthrough in big-time movie comedy. Consider it scored.

The otherwise charming Segel manages to be both pudgy and not to have a derriere at the same time.

A better than anticipated laugh machine and the newest notch on producer Judd Apatow's belt.

Finding humor in situations we've all been through, and a few that only haunt our worst nightmares, Jason Segel and Nick Stoller make their mark in the Apatow-verse with a very funny date movie.

Nakedness has rarely looked so...naked. And innately, universally comic.

The movie throws a lot of slapstick and raunch at the screen from the get-go at a helter-skelter pace, and it feels forced. Not till Pete lands in Hawaii and starts hanging with a more laid-back crowd does the flick find its rhythm.

Segel’s willingness to be weepy may be even more courageous than his eagerness to go full frontal (he’s a veritable one-man sausage party).

Yet for all of its seeming assembly-line predictability, Forgetting Sarah Marshall turns out to be a hilariously subversive take on manhood and romance in the opening years of the 21st century.

What immediately stands out in Forgetting Sarah Marshall is just how likeable the two female leads are.

It doesn't push into interestingly taboo areas or renovate a tired genre as Superbad did to the teen sex-comedy.

Forgetting has vices common to Apatow movies. Technical credits are poor -- some Hawaii scenes look like rear projection -- and reality rarely raises its ugly head.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall seems gentler and more relaxed than such predecessors as Superbad and Knocked Up.

Although it contains plenty of producer Judd Apatow’s signature raunch, Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a comedy to remember, a wryly funny, smartly written and acted story from the (broken) heart.

The movie isn't quite so polished as Virgin or Knocked Up, but it's terrifically funny and, for a few brief moments, poignant.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall is by no means great art, but it is great fun.

This film is so funny it may be beside the point to complain that, as in many Apatow productions, the writing and direction are still in something of a state of arrested development.

The film lacks the crackle and snap of prior Apatow-zers. Sarah Marshall is familiar, if not fresh. Which is reassuring to those not looking for the new new thing.

It resorts to some cheap tricks but, thanks to Segel, it has heart -- broken, mended and most nakedly on display.

The film is a wild ride that continually pokes at the funny bone.

Yes, breaking up is hard to do, but it's darn funny to watch when it's happening to Jason Segel, the writer and unlikely star of Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

Segel's breakthrough movie, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, deserves to ride the wave of the latest, hottest micro-trend in pictures: the romantic comedy for guys.

Screenwriter Jason Segel plays Peter, and while he fits the mold of most Apatow heroes -- curly-haired, pale and doughy -- he also has their humor.

While it's hardly unforgettable, the latest raunchy rom-com from prolific producer Judd Apatow (The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, Superbad) is a genial timewaster.

Segel's amusing awkwardness almost convinces you the klutzy direction is a deliberate choice. Almost.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall starts off crude, rowdy and vulgar and pretty much stays that way throughout, but you’re far too busy laughing to mind.

The cringingly wacky scenarios, offbeat characters and comic dialogue serve up a crowd-pleasing, laugh-filled experience.

Segel has always played more a serial monogamist than a horndog, and his earnest, self-deprecating screen persona graces the film's crudest moments with a kind of innocence.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a male rescue fantasy played for drop-your-pants farce. The love of a good woman saves a romantic sad sack -- and redefines the male weepie as comedy.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall sounds like any number of rom-coms. But Segel and director Nicholas Stoller go to the trouble of making the little details funny and filthy, and they have fun messing with the formula.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall may not be on par with Apatow's best comedies, but it supplies enough laughs to keep his winning streak intact.

Looking like 200 pounds of raisin-y oatmeal poured into a Hawaiian shirt, Jason Segel gets an unlikely star turn in this bawdy breakup story.

Be sure to pay enough for parking. Like other Apatow films, Forgetting Sarah Marshall takes as long as it takes, plus 20 minutes.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a sometimes funny, sometimes uncomfortably icky movie about a schlub who thinks his life is ruined when he’s dumped by his TV star girlfriend.

Although it's neither as raunchily funny as Superbad or as touchingly honest as Knocked Up, it's got an engaging cast and enough laughs to compensate for some shortcomings.

Jason Segel crafts a funny line of dialogue and, as shown by the opening moments of Forgetting Sarah Marshall, he’s perfectly willing to bare all for the sake of comedy.

A comedy that is really a series of sketches, a few of which sparkle, and most of which you'll soon forget.

Some of the crude scenes, which earn the movie a hard R, leave you howling, noting quotable lines. Other long stretches are wincingly unfunny.

It's a pretty accurate depiction of a certain feature of male romantic humiliation. But it's also a little -- and this is one of my two misgivings about the movie -- expected.

From the folks who brought you Knocked Up comes a raw, vicious, raunchy comedy about getting knocked down.

As it bounces between cynicism and idealism, humor and pathos, it sometimes hits the mark, but occasionally doesn't even come close.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall should please audiences eager for silly summer comedy .

Segel's script frequently enlivens pedestrian scenarios with sharp verbal back-and-forths and sudden cutaways to bizarre gags.

The real memory loss of Forgetting Sarah Marshall is the failure to hire a tough editor, but you could say that about most Apatow productions.

This thin premise is better suited to a half-hour sitcom than a feature film (in fact, there's an episode of Frasier with a very similar setup), but it's strong enough to support some entertaining fun performances.

Could Jason Segel be the Will Ferrell of the Gen-Y crowd?

Forgetting Sarah Marshall, despite its instantly forgettable title, is the perfect vehicle for Segel, who thus far hasn't really found a comic niche to call his own.

The casting of Bell is wrong -- she's way too plucky and adorable to play the ice queen -- and the movie's inability to decide whether she's evil or sympathetic doesn't help.

As fans of Freaks and Geeks know, Segel is a master in the art of humiliation, and it's been a long time since we've seen anyone debase himself so thoroughly for our amusement.

It's another comedy starring a not-that-attractive, not-that-ambitious guy paired with a succession of gorgeous starlets. It's another romantic comedy in which the sex is explicit and funny.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a lazy, second-hand offering from the Apatow crude-but-sweet assembly line.

It's the laziest sort of writing for Segel, who makes his debut as a writer. Not only does he not bother to give any character to his characters, he doesn't condescend to create a story for them.