Here’s a trend that’s gotta stop: male full-frontal nudity in comedies. In the past week, I’ve seen two of my favorite actors’ wangs. In Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which was amusing in the same way that Can’t Buy Me Love was amusing twenty years ago, Jason Segel exposes his one true self for more than thirty seconds. In Postal, which was amusing in the way that Leonard Part 6 was amusing twenty years ago, Dave Foley shows off his junk as well. I was not amused.
I’d get into this more, but I’m at the airport and have to board now. Feel free to discuss!
WHY I’M ANGRY TODAY
None of my fantasy baseball teams are doing well.