Forgetting Sarah Marshall (2008)

Can we not just say, “it’s really funny!” and leave it at that? Another Total Film, another Judd Apatow-produced yuk-snatcher, twinning heartfelt, wince-wrenching honesty and unrelenting, adolescent-pleasing knob gags. Not that only teenagers will enjoy or engage with this tale of ruthless dumpage. In fact, it’s more Knocked Up than Superbad, chiming best if you’ve ever had your heart broken, stamped on or properly, bloodily shredded – rather than just found out that Tracey in Year Three doesn’t want to slow-dance with you. (If you are 13, trust us, this is not the worst feeling in the world. It will get worse before it gets better).

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