Ween!

The last time I was uber excited about male full frontal was when I was teaching Ethics at Briar and I made the class watch At Play In The Fields Of The Lord during which Tom Berenger bares his goods for all the land to see. Tom Berenger has a nice ween. Then there's some naked Kathy Bates. That's unnecessary.

Fast forward to this past weekend when Fred, PrettyBird, and I hiked over to Green Acres Cinemas for the opening night of Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I'd heard that morning an interview with Jason Segel about how he based the naked scene on a real breakup he had; he was naked and his girlfriend said "We have to talk." So he stayed naked while she broke up with him. While Jason Segel isn't known for method acting, he sure has no qualms with being real. Within the first five minutes of the movie, we got to see ween three times. The first time incited a collective gasp (the three of us laughed at everyone else in the audience who totally had no idea they'd see ween). The second time incited slight gasps and some nervous giggles. The third time pure laughter. The dude was naked. We saw it all. In addition to his ween, Jason Segel is also a comedic genius. The writing was witty and quick. The characters were real. He was Hil. Air. Eee. Us.

Jonah Hill appears once more in a movie with Jason Segel. This time, he's a waiter who has a non-sexual (or maybe sexual) man-crush on a rock star who's dating Peter's ex girlfriend. Also a comedy master. His ability to create uncomfortable situations and make them awkward and funny is unequaled.

Then there's Sarah Marshall, the lead actress on a really bad CSI-like show who breaks Peter's heart. I like Kristen Bell. After all, she IS Gossip Girl (xoxo--it comes back tomorrow night!). She looks like a completely different person when she has long hair than when it's chopped short as in her Veronica Mars days. I don't know why that show was canceled. It was so good. People should've watched. When I say "people" I mean "I." I should've watched. She's also an itty-bitty thing. Her abs are one big muscle and she has no waist. Her body kind of goes in and disappears in the middle.

Bill Hader who I thought was of Napoleon Dynamite fame (I hate that movie) is thankfully not Napoleon Dynamite here. Instead, he's a newlywed who has no clue how to have sex. Look for the scene where he learns from Aldous Snow (played by a British actor named Russell Brand who becomes the too-mellow rock star Sarah Marshall dates) how to have sex by using chess pieces as props. That got another gasping laugh from the audience. Russell Brand needs to be in more American movies because he was so incredibly Hil. Air. Eee. Us. So was everyone else. Everyone in the movie was funny. It was a comedy that lives up to being a comedy.

Now Fred wants to marry Jason Segel more than ever. PrettyBird and I still want to get Josh Radnor. How I Met Your Mother will never be the same. Every time I see Marshall (ooh, Marshall Eriksen...Sarah MARSHALL...coincidence?!), I'm gonna think about his ween. And laugh. I wonder if that's what he was going for.