The bloom is most decidedly off the rose for me with Judd Apatow - he stands alongside Christopher Nolan as currently popular directors whose movies I once enjoyed that now give me a rash. Watching This Is 40 just made me sad - I reflected upon happy memories past of laughing and laughing myself silly and sillier during The 40 Year Old Virgin and Knocked Up, and then I looked back at the screen, and all was grim, and dead, and rot. Oh there are a few chuckles here and there - the scene where Leslie Mann and Megan Fox go out clubbing seems to remember the movie's supposed to be enjoyable, for a brief moment - but when they're scattered amongst miles and miles of scarred earth they just seem less lively, ya know? This movie is so long, and so fucking miserable. I hated my time with all of these people. Listen - I am edging towards forty, and this movie is not forty. It's some self-contained bubble of narcissism and spite that believes it's got something vital to say when all it is is so much hot wind - farts under the duvet.
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