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This movie made me so happy! It's my favorite Judd Apatow movie so far. [But I liked Superbad, too, so clearly I'm a degenerate.]

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  1. AnonymousMay 20, 2008 at 10:34 AM

    T, my wonderful partner, and I went to see this movie but unfortunately we snuck in just as the famous frontal nude scene was concluding and never really caught up. We got that he was some sort of tortured artist and she was a heartless bitch but neither of us could buy into him being attractive or believable as a lover. And the grunting over-kill of the competing hotel sex scene was just ludicrous. I know this movie got great props for humor and all but well we were just stunned at the lack of real laughter it created in us.

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  2. mamacitaMay 20, 2008 at 10:47 AM

    That's funny -- I was about to write a post about the main character being the first entry on the list of Guys I Would Do (Besides Papi). And I thought the physical comedy was exceptionally well done. The really unbelievable part, to me, was the part where he pulled at least three chicks in the first three weeks after the breakup.

    (If this were a real blog, this is the kind of review that would appear on the front page instead of in the comments. You get what you pay for, eh?)

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