All in all, this is the first movie from the Apatow collective since The 40-Year-Old Virgin that hasn't disappointed me to a degree.

Walk Hard, Superbad, Knocked Up, and Talladega Nights all had moments, but I found Forgetting Sarah Marshall to be more enjoyable through-and-through. It had every bit the heart that Knocked Up was given credit for, with half the annoying stuff (most of which is provided by Ben's friends). Additionally, it toned down Jonah Hill to a more palatable level.

The only thing I would have liked to have seen is more Paul Rudd. And more of Mila and Kristen, of course.