Selfish Hedonist

Special film review edition.

Now, I rarely go to the cinema these days, what with the cost and the fact that cinema is dead and all, and I certainly had no intention of going to see The 40-Year Old Virgin, until I read this review:

"Virgin" reaches new low in loathsome humor

A perfect double bill, in hell, would be "Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo" and "The 40 Year-Old-Virgin." Both are relentlessly juvenile, unkind to women, hyper-crude about sex, and perhaps more important for a movie bent on making money, unfunny.

Yet the audience at Monday night's screening was not all silent — both men and women laughed heartily at jokes such as Steve Carell's frustrated virgin spraying himself with his own pent-up semen; a drunken woman vomiting the remains of a margarita into Carell's mouth as she smashes her auto into another vehicle; two adolescents discovering Carell in bed with their mother as he removes a condom from his foot; Paul Rudd exposing his buttocks on widescreen TV in an electronics store and — perhaps most regrettably — a philandering man celebrating the huge penis (he insists) of his unborn son, who is seen in a scan sloshing around the womb, again on widescreen TV at the store.

Ms. Eleanor O'Sullivan seems to think there's something remotely regrattable about seeing Paul Rudd's exposed buttocks.

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No, I mean, seriously, has she seen Paul Rudd?

THIS GUY?!?

You know what? Before you start complaining about the amount of semen in a film, maybe you need to take a good hard look at yourself! You got issues, lady.