Pure anti-comedy. If Neil Hamburger made a movie, I'm sure it would look like this. Hmm. I can't decide if that's a compliment or a slap in the face. This sh*t just isn't funny.
  • OVERALL
    1.5
    POOR
  • Feature
  • Picture
  • Sound
  • Extras
  • Replay Value
THE GOOD
They've compiled some nice special features, which are more entertaining to sit through than the film itself. The casting director did a good job of finding Apatow-Universe facsimiles. There are some odd, left field moments that will have you looking at the TV with a shocked furrow. If you're into making yourself mad over lofty purchases, this DVD is for you.
THE BAD
The jokes are atrocious. Its as though director Craig Moss set out to destroy any good will we had towards Apatow's past work, turning once-funny jokes into an endurance test. I've met the guy who thinks this type of haughty garbage is funny, and he's a Teva-wearing, jean short flaunting, goateed douche. If that describes you, go for it, man! Just don't show up at my Bar-B-Que.
THE FEATURE
Holy Christ! 2010 is the worst year for movies since 1992. And each new endeavor only works in pushing that point home. If you're thinking about ditching the imploding mess at the local Cineplex this summer for a Redbox night in, you may want to save your dollar for something other than The 41-Year-Old Virgin. This dumpster rust is sub par spoof fodder that makes the recent dick-kick parodies from Aaron Seltzer and Jason Friedberg (i.e. Date Movie, Disaster Movie, esc.) look like Renaissance era masterworks of art. Taking on Judd Apatow is a lose-lose situation. His films, both the ones he's directed and the ones he's produced are funny. Like, truly hilarious. He's had his off-notes and his whoopsie-daisies here and there. But 40-Year-Old Virgin and Superbad are modern day classics. If you're going to f*ck with them, you're going to have to try a little harder than this. Director/writer Craig Moss and his partner Brad Kaaya take the best jokes and sight gags and stretch them beyond their breaking point, turning everything into an unsightly mish-mash of grotesque buffoonery. If their goal was to take some of the most remembered moments from the Aughts and punch them inside out until all of their charm had been chipped away, they succeeded. After watching this nail gun to the toe exercise in anti-comedy, I don't even want to watch Apatow's films any more. This is what would happen if you left your Pineapple Express sitting on top of the refrigerator over night, and then tried to eat it for lunch the next day. It's a moldy stomach ache. You'll hate it, and you'll hate yourself for sitting through its entirety. Here resides a turd. Unless you're a fecalfeliac, its probably best you keep your distance.
THE EXTRAS
The Making Of Featurette is actually pretty entertaining. You definitely get the sense that these guys know they're At all. It's a project being made because they couldn't get the financing to make anything else. It's interesting to peer into that world of commerce. This is a cheap f*cking taco sold off a dirty truck. It'll make you sick. And they're just in it for the money. We also get a pretty extensive look at how fake semen is produced, and what it takes to create the perfect sight gag in The Business of Gags. Being Jonah Hill is a sit down interview with Steven Sims, a Hill doppelganger who plays the comedian in this particular run of bad jokes. He seems nice enough. And his line about being Mac & Me is pretty spot on. There is a reading of Internet jail mail in support of actor Bryan Callen's body (he plays the Steve Carell part in Virgin), which is sort of disturbing. And to top it all off, The Teaser: How They Got the Movie Made offers up the original promotional film that Moss and Kaaya shopped around Hollywood in hopes of getting financing. Most of the jokes here made it into the final film. The guy doing Andy actually pulls off a better Steve Carell impression than Callen. But I still don't want to watch him.
THE VIDEO
The film is presented in its original 1.85:1 aspect ratio. In color. The runtime is one hour and twenty-two minutes. It is Unrated (there is plenty of frontal nudity, semen explosions, and a lot of drug use).
THE AUDIO
The film is presented in 5.1 English Dolby Digital. With English SDH, French, and Spanish subtitles. So that a culturally diverse array of people could enjoy the pain as well.
THE PACKAGE
There is a sticker on the front of this DVD case that states, "See footage you missed in theaters!" What? This never played in a movie theater. And the Cineplex in Hades doesn't count. The orange background here is directly ripped-off from the 40-Year-Old Virgin. We get our Superbad look-alikes. And the film's worst joke, a driver's license of a Jewish kid with the name McAnalovin. Har. Har. Hard stab me in the heart, quick! Please! The back of the case gives you a pretty good idea about where this film goes. We get Andy's hair chest, only its hairier. And fake looking. And it's on his palms. Oh, dang! This is going to be a hoot-fest!
THE FINAL WORD
If you don't like laughing and you enjoy being beyond pissed off at your rental choice for the night, then by all means, go for it. 41-Year-Old Virgin goes beyond the realm of unfunny to create its own anti-comedy genre. Craig Moss must hate me. And you. And anyone that picks up his seminal debut. It's a work of staggering ataxia meant to attack the lungs. Proceed with caution and enter at your own risk. If I see this on your DVD shelf, it's a good indicator that you're not worth being my friend.

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Comments (1)

  1. Bryan Yentz

    Great review, man. I can't even begin to fathom how truly awful this experience must have been for you.

    4 years agoby @bryanyentzFlag