When we exited the screening, I asked my friend for her number rating of the film. She thought awhile and said, “I’m trying to think if there’s anything there that deserves a number,” and that about sums up another deplorable Judd Apatow-produced attack on humor.
The film, written and directed by Nicholas Stoller, about an intern’s (Jonah Hill) attempt to get an outrageous rocker (Russell Brand, reprising his role as Aldous Snow in 2008’s Forgetting Sarah Marshall) from England to a concert at The Greek Theater in Los Angeles, is replete with crude language, vomit, prolific drug use, infidelity, and generally low class manners and morals, all Apatow staples.
While my friend gave it a zero, I did think the film had a few redeeming values. For one thing, the production values are first class, as is the color and cinematography. The concert scenes are very good, and Brand’s acting, which was the only thing that was enjoyable about Sarah Marshall, also directed by Stoller, is also very good here, although he does get tiresome in a movie that is far too long. Although, thinking about it, five minutes would have been too long. Finally, Elisabeth Moss as Hill’s live-in girlfriend and Rose Byrne as Brand’s on-again/off-again girlfriend both give good performances. However, the pairing of the attractive Moss and the obscenely fat, unshaven and untidy Hill as lovers is a bit hard to swallow.
I thought that with the enjoyable Funny People and Year One last year Apatow had discarded his attempt to lower humor to the lowest gutter available, and had finally started making thoughtful films about and for adults; apparently not. While I have little doubt that the low, high school-boy-intellect to which you aim your films, Judd, will make this film a lot of money, F-bombs and vomit are not humor. Grow up and start making films for mature people with IQs over 50.