Just came back from seeing Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I liked it. Entertaining. Celebrity cheat.
No joke. If Paul Rudd shows up under the chuppah on the wedding day, I MAY have to reconsider. It's really true love between us.
He just doesn't know it yet.
Anyway, he had a (not big enough) role in Marshall and made the movie for me. I mean, the speakers on the theater could have gone on the fritz and the rest of the film could have sizzled, and I could've seen Jason Segal's penis 24.5 more times, but as long as I could look at that face....
Oh that face.
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