Who needs a headline when you’ve got a movie with that title? I’m reminded of a World War II song called I’m a Cranky Old Yank in My Clanky Old Tank Doing The Beato, Beato Flat on My Seato Home Again Blues [real song, not kidding]. I have no idea what the song sounded like, but it must have been better than this movie.
From the opening credits [examples: Written by One Black Guy and One White Guy; Produced by One Cheap Bastard], this movie answers the question of how do you parody Judd Apatow movies by taking the storylines of three Apatow productions, cramming them into less than fifty minutes [necessitated by also taking the cheapest possible shots at Twilight, Dr. Phil and Slumlord Millionaire – among others] and then systematically removing anything resemblaning wit, charm, humor and heart.
To its credit, the movie is diverse both on camera and behind the scenes – and that is the only good thing I can think of to say about this mess. Trust me, The Love Guru was funnier.
There isn’t one gag that bears repeating [and many are worth gagging over]. The cast of wannabe look-alikes [Steven Sims comes closest, being of a similar build to Jonah Hill and having curly hair] may have talent, but it’s hard to tell from their performances here. Craig Moss’ greatest asset as a writer/director is being married to one of the hot twins who appear in the film solely to ask our 40-year old virgin if he’s ever done [or heard of] a number of perversely silly [but unfunny] sex acts.
If you think Dance Movie and Not Another Teen Movie are the height of hilarity, then you may get a few chuckles out of The 41-Year Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and Felt Superbad About It. All others, run for your lives!
Features: Making of The 41-Year Old etc.; The Business of Gags [I’m pretty sure that they mean “jokes”]; Being Jonah Hill; Bryan Callen: Internet Sex Deity, and The Teaser: How They Got the Movie Made.
Grade: The 41-Year Old etc. – F
Grade: Features – D
Final Grade: D-