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I'm a sucker for spoof movies. Always have been. For me, as I imagine it is for most, the joy of movies like "The 41-Year-Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall And Felt Superbad About It" lies in recognizing what's being spoofed, and laughing at the jabs it throws at its source material. Judd Apatow, we'd like to think, would be charmed and honored.
Then he'd watch the movie, and just be insulted. I know most spoof movies are bad; heck, I expect them to be. They're almost supposed to be horrible. But this bad? The straight-to-DVD release of this film is smart: People can be appalled and disgusted in the comfort of their own homes, be grateful they didn't pay box office money to see it, and still wrangle some form of wry, twisted pleasure from the experience. Maybe.
There is no extreme to which "The 41-Year-Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall And Felt Superbad About It" will not stoop to for a laugh, so if it's desperate absurdity you desire, have at it. But given that so much of the so-called comedy is crass rather than clever, and that the movie awkwardly moves from one spoof to the next without much cohesion, you may still want to reconsider.
Skip It.
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