Critique of a Critic: Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Most movie critics have no qualifications to be telling people what to watch. They ‘analyze’ movies with no accountability and no one to make sure they’re doing their jobs. That is, until now.

Review: “It's really hard to like a character when his own movie makes fun of him.” - MaryAnn Johanson, of FlickFilospher.com

Review of Review: “It’s really hard take a critic seriously when she talks out of her ass for the whole review and upon further research, her entire career.”

This woman obviously knows comedy. I mean, who likes a comedian who is self-deprecating? When I go to comedy shows all I want to see is good looking, arrogant assholes. Oh wait, my bad. Using the most basic research tool known to man, Wikipedia, one could find out that self-deprecation is commonly used by some of the most hilarious and successful comedy writers ever. She must have missed Woody Allen, Larry David, Jon Stewart, Conan O’Brien and David Letterman while she was watching Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List.

Good thing we have Professor MaryAnn “Giggles” Johanson to lecture us about comedic theory:

Oh, but you’re not supposed to “think” about a movie like Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Then, perhaps, you’ll actually find it shocking and outrageous when Segel appears full-frontally starkers for no reason… (Not that there’s anything gross about the human body except in the eyes of movies like this, of course).

Not only is she contradicting herself by not thinking and irrationally jumping to conclusions, she again did no basic research to find out the motives of the movie’s makers. If she had, she would have realized that the dong’s intent was to make the exact commentary she said was devoid from the movie.

It’s better if you don’t think too much because then you can ignore the ridiculous coincidence [that reunites the recently broken-up couple in Hawaii].

Yes, because movies never have coincidences or unexplainable events that act as plot drivers. Even if anyone did give a shit that a comedy had some slight plot holes, she’s ignoring that it is all blatantly explained (however unreasonable it may be). Apparently Sarah Marshall doesn’t live up to the literary standards like some of her recent favorites like Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium or The Bucket List.

[Editor's note: Anyone who still refers to themselves as a Generation Xer shouldn't be reviewing movies that came out in '95, much less now. Stick with your Reality Bites and your God damn Dave Eggers.]