The latest project to emerge from the Judd Apatow stable, Forgetting Sarah Marshall has – for UK audiences – one defining aspect that may well put you off seeing the film altogether: Russell Brand is in it. Yes, that Russell Brand – the gurning, repetitive Beetlejuice tribute act who just won’t go away no matter how much we pray to Baby Jesus.
But… wait. There’s more.
If you were to avoid the movie because of his appearance, you’d be making a mistake. Why? Well, two reasons. A) Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a well-acted, superbly observed, snort-into-your-popcorn comic romp that intertwines both sharp characterisation and penis gags with winning effect. B) Russell Brand isn’t actually that bad in it. No. Seriously.
