Forgetting Sarah Marshall: Critic Reviews

[Jason] Segel embraces the destiny of male anatomy in yet another clever creation from the Judd Apatow Alumni Association; this one, too, speaks from the male heart (and other parts) in a language accessible to females.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall does not entirely play by the established conventions of its genre.

Judd Apatow's comedies are always watchable and sometimes hilarious, but with the latest to emerge under his aegis, I have to admit it is getting harder to defend them against the charge of misogyny.

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

Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a refreshingly tender treatment of love gone wrong -- we mean, for a movie that's got enough lowdown sexual content to start its own Kinsey Report.

Like The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, and Superbad before it, it delivers belly laughs that explode from the meeting of wit and shock.

Even if his movie, produced by Apatow and directed by first-timer Nicholas Stoller, visits familiar territory, Segel's willing to go to dark, weird places his contemporaries won't.

We know actors are trained to let it all hang out, but Jason Segel takes naked vulnerability to new levels in Nicholas Stoller's likable debut, Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

Halfway through I realized that I'd lost most of my standards, maybe under my seat, and was enjoying the erratic evolution of the nonsense.

The film may not be as laugh-packed as its predecessor Knocked Up, but it charms nonetheless.

It's not hard, it turns out, to forget Sarah Marshall. The problem is remembering her.

You know exactly where, and the pleasure of Forgetting Sarah Marshall is in how it gets there.

Jason Segel has what Nicolas Cage and Gene Wilder and a precious handful of other witty actors have: The ability to make egregious humiliation and painful neediness a source of limitless mirth.

In the Apatow manner, [writer/star Jason] Segel mines a mother lode of painful personal memories for his breakup gags, and the vanity of entertainment people proves to be another rich vein.

Sarah Marshall is familiar, if not fresh. Which is reassuring to those not looking for the new new thing.

While it's hardly unforgettable, the latest raunchy rom-com from prolific producer Judd Apatow is a genial timewaster.

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

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.

Producer Judd Apatow looks to have scored another long-legged hit with Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

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.

It's sentimental and shocking, and it has more laughs than any non-Apatow-produced comedy out there. And it's absurdly overlong.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall finds Apatow back on form, after the recent disappointments of Drillbit Taylor and, to a lesser extent, Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story.

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It does run long, but it mainly rollicks.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall follows the Apatow formula faithfully enough. All that's missing is charisma -- the je ne sais quois that makes us fall in love in the first place.