9.03.2008

I approve: Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Jack and I went to the Chi this weekend to pick up my furniture from Ikea aka heaven.

Have you ever driven through Illinois? 

Don't. Ever. It's worse than driving through both Missouri and Iowa combined, if you can imagine. 

On Sunday we drove 8 hours, through literal nothingness. Jack and I spent way too many hours (yes hours) at Ikea, me deciding between the birch-effect or white bookshelves and Jack probably contemplating how easily he could throw himself down the escalator. Afterwards, we went out for dinner and then wandered the streets of the Chi looking for some trouble, or at a least a bar. But, oh yeah, it was Sunday night and NOTHING WAS OPEN. Really, life? 

Upon deciding the night shouldn't be a total bust, we did what any sane couple in an unfamiliar city would do and bought some overproof Jamaican rum.
"I drank some last Saturday night and was still dancing in my underwear at noon the next morning," says the man at the liquor store. Try to say no to that. Overproof rum in hand, we headed back to the hotel and rented a movie on our TV for $13.99

There is good news, however. The movie we rented was actually really good...and I don't think it was the rum. 

"Forgetting Sarah Marshall" contains the same wit and style as other Apatow productions such as Superbad, Knocked Up and 40-Year-Old Virgin, but is effortlessly cool and laugh out loud at the same time.  A bunch of reviewers on Rotten Tomatoes agrees and says the film "finds just the right mix of romantic and raunchy comedy."

Plus, it has Paul Rudd.

1 comment:

K said...

Driving through Illinois is the story of my life. Hopefully I only have to make that trek a few more times.

And Paul Rudd? Yes please. I still need to see this movie.