Jason Segel is a musician living with TV star Kristen Bell, who dumps him. Not handling it well, he decides to run off to a resort in Hawaii that Bell liked, only to immediately run into her with her new boyfriend rock star Russell Brand. Luckily for him, romance blooms with resort employee Mila Kunis.

There's something about this film that doesn't exactly work for me. It's a funny film (at least it is after the first half hour when it finally hits the resort), but I'm constantly confronted with the fact that thoroughly average looking, perfectly nice but nothing spectacular Segel is so seismically beyond Kunis's league that I can't help focusing on what fantasy it's trying to fulfill. It seems like an essential part of the Judd Apatow brand that thoroughly average, stunningly flawed men can find love with nearly perfect women just by being minimally nice people ... or at least they SHOULD (emphasis mine).

How much does this bother me? Not a ton, but if it did bother someone a lot I wouldn't blame them. Personally, I was entertained, even though like most comedies of this era, it's overstuffed with extraneous nonsense (no matter how much I liked him on "30 Rock", drop Jack McBrayer's plot line from this film).