This past weekend Lizh and I went to see Role Models, a free-wheeling, f bomb-laden adult comedy with a heart.
The very loose plot centers around Paul Rudd and Seann William Scott, friends and coworkers under court order to participate in a mentoring program called Sturdy Wings, headed by the utterly fabulous Jane Lynch taking a Sarah Palinesque turn as the program's nonsensical tough love director.
Here's a clip:
Slate's Dana Stevens wonders why Rudd isn't a bigger star and I have to agree totally. Rudd is funny as hell and matinee-star handsome. His trail of low-key appearances belies his commanding on-screen presence. But maybe his star is on the rise. Watch for him hosting SNL on November 15th.
Role Models follows the steady stream of recent adult comedies that are actually funny: The 40 Year Old Virgin, Superbad (my favorite), and Knocked Up--unlike the recent spate of painfully unfunny romantic comedies we've been subject to like The Break-Up, the upcoming Four Christmases or the preview we saw for this dreck. The latter are the types of movies made for airplanes--it doesn't matter if you slip off into an Ativan-induced haze for a minute or an hour, you haven't missed a thing.
If you only have a few minutes but still want to laugh your ass off, check out the first two minutes of The Office, Episode 504: Baby Shower. You'll have to sit through an ad, but it's so worth it.
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