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Movie review: 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall'

Breakup comedy finds itself

By Michael Phillips

Tribune critic
April 18, 2008

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3 1/2 stars (out of four)

Early in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall,” the protagonist Peter Bretter, played by Jason  Segel, steps out of the shower as his girlfriend, played by Kristen Bell, arrives back at their apartment. Peter thinks it’s carnival time. Sarah, however, has come to call it quits and Peter realizes, in all his mistimed nudity—all his mistimed nudity—that he’s getting dumped. They’ve grown apart, Sarah says: “It’s like you’re standing on the dock, and I’m in the lake.” Peter, now seated on their couch, panics: “I swear to God, I’ll jump in the lake! Like a mer-man!”

Resembling a young Lee J. Cobb reborn as a more easygoing comic star,  Segel (star of the TV series “How I Met Your Mother”) 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 its chosen Guyville niche “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” is really, really  funny, and too many months have passed since I’ve been tempted to haul out that second “really” for any film. If the raunch of “The 40-Year-Old Virgin,” “Knocked Up” or “Superbad” wasn’t to your liking, disregard the previous sentence. 

The “Virgin”/“Knocked”/“Superbad” trifecta, representing the best of the batch so far produced by Judd Apatow, reflect a similar sensibility and style—they’re looser, less formulaic and more detour-friendly than the average Hollywood comedy. The stories are guided by boy-men being dragged, kicking and screaming, into manhood. The difference in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” comes with  Segel’s character—a composer for television with dreams of writing a “Dracula” puppet musical—being a functioning adult who falls apart, cries, schemes, stalks, endures petty indignation after petty indignation, and must put himself back together again.

 Segel wrote the script, and the director is first-timer Nicholas Stoller, who wrote for Apatow’s short-lived series “Undeclared.” ( Segel acted in the series.) The leading role here may be cut from familiar Dear John cloth, but  Segel’s role works because the writer and the actor understand each other, and fearlessly they dive into all sorts of pathetic misbehavior.

After the breakup, Peter’s brother (Bill Hader, in his first wholly effective screen performance) advises our hero-schlub to take a vacation in Hawaii. At a resort staffed by, among others, a very promising front-desk manager played by the vibrant Mila Kunis (“That ’70s Show”), Peter runs smack into Sarah and her new beau, a preening British rock god played by Russell Brand. Paul Rudd as the resort’s blissfully stoned surfing instructor, Jonah Hill as a star-struck restaurant employee who has a way of rubbing salt in Peter’s emotional wounds—the supporting cast blends familiar faces with less familiar ones, and they’re all welcome. Kunis really pops out here as well, leaving her manic “That ’70s Show” quality behind her.

Here’s an indication of  Segel’s writing skills: Brand’s character may be a clown and a cad, but he keeps trying to be Peter’s friend, too. Nobody’s a cardboard villain in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” It’s worth seeing just for the banter between  Segel and Hader, which recalls the peak conversational riffs from “Knocked Up.” Bell’s best scenes show her co-starring  with William Baldwin on her “CSI”-inspired series, “Crime Scene,” in which every forensic detail and world-weary glare is spot-on.

 The film loses some steam in its third act, when Sarah develops second thoughts about her decision. As with all good Apatow comedies, some of the detours end up in a cul-de-sac. But unlike its own bluntly nasty ad campaign, featuring taxi signs and billboards saying snotty things like “You DO look fat in those jeans Sarah Marshall,” this story of one man’s rebound has a heart to go with its comic nerve.

mjphillips@tribune.com