Forgetting Sarah Marshall was like a would-be grand fireworks show that got rained out. That also contained completely unnecessary full-frontal male nudity.

Judd Apatow and his band of merry men were all dressed up with no comedic place to go. This lackluster film, about a TV composer who's dumped by his actress girlfriend, and inexplicably ends up on vacation, not only with his ex-lover, but her new sleazy boyfriend, comes in with a whimper, trots along at a slow shuffle, and over-stays its welcome in the process.

I've got a better name for this film -- Half Baked. It was underwhelming from start to finish. Every joke seemed to be aborted before it really had the chance to get off the ground. I kept waiting for the big payoff, but it never came. Russell Brand gave me a chuckle now and then, but even the always-dependable Jonah Hill disappointed this time. I'm not sure what all the hoopla's about, but Forgetting Sarah Marshall was, in my estimation, completely forgettable.