Will Ferrell’s peak is placed in the Elf–Anchorman–Talladega Nights–Step Brothers window, with Talladega Nights supported by its blank-check premise and box office.
One host picks Segel, asking whether the star of the movie has ever also been the overactor: he plays it the most emotionally, crying, naked, going for it and doing the most.
Another was going to go with Jack McBrayer, with McBrayer and Maria Thayer as the couple really going for it, which draws an 'I'd vote for that'; Segel is good too, and his scenes of crying while watching TV are very broad sitcom.
Trejo could be seen in one of the bars there or working for the hotel.
The category is getting stale and should be remixed; one host declares it done, this being the last time it runs, and listeners are invited to suggest replacements for the three actors or a new category entirely.
Joke replacement categories: which guy should have shown their dick in this movie, why we did not see McBrayer, and the Jason Segel semi-fluff award for cowards who will not share their semi-chub.
Eligibility is the problem: Hader is in it too much, Russell Brand is in it too much, and Jonah Hill getting his own movie afterwards either breaks the rules or proves he should win; Jack McBrayer and William Baldwin are the other names, and neither of the big guys qualifies.
One host's pick is Jonah: not in it too much and throwing heat every time, with the English accent, the getting mad, and taking Jason Segel's plate right after he started eating and then saying he will just go fuck himself.
Asked whether it should be Rudd instead, the hosts agree Rudd is in about two scenes and bats a thousand, while Jonah may be one scene too much to be eligible; the 'the weather outside is weather' line settles it and the award is given to Rudd (transcribed as Red).
Earlier, before the break, a joke asked whether Jason Segel's dick was up for the Dion Waiters Award, with the answer that we would find out.
The movie drags in the middle and is about 15 minutes fat, most obviously the McBrayer plotline: funny, but by the end you wonder why it was in the movie, a roughly 20-minute detour; the hosts would rather have had more Hader, more hotel staff or ten more minutes of Jonah Hill than graphic sex five times and instructional material that has no bearing on Peter.
From around 2003 to 2004 through the rest of the decade R rated comedies felt obliged to get their bang for the buck, which this film handled in the first ten minutes; the better decision would have been to cut that material and use the five-minute Kristen Wiig yoga instructor deleted scene instead.
In the context of Apatow comedies it feels pretty lean, since the standing criticism is that they run 20 to 40 minutes too long; this one is under two hours even in the extended unrated version, about 118 minutes plus credits, so it is a little fat but not that bad.
Siding with the drag complaint, one host would break up the middle with one more FaceTime scene with Hater, since there are about 15 minutes of waiting for her to break up with Russell Brand and have the come-to-Jesus moment with Segel; otherwise nothing has aged badly and the film could be released now largely unchanged.
The title; Turtle Bay; Bill Hader; the celebrity-appendage boyfriend concept; the Do Something song and the Access Hollywood music video; Crime Scene: Scene of the Crime; Animal Instincts; the salary cap cast
Forgetting Sarah Marshall is an awesome title that explains the movie and is memorable; the film gets a lot under the wire that would ordinarily be noted to death, such as male nudity, how much he cries, whether he is likable and whether his music is good enough for a tortured genius, since nobody would ever see this musical outside a weird Los Feliz playhouse; it could easily have been called The Breakup or Inside of You.
Turtle Bay has aged well and drew a lot of questions; it is one of those movies that makes you want to go, another travel saver; Bill Hader has aged fantastically as an early Hader whose career has obviously changed.
The celebrity appendage boyfriend concept holds up; a favorite real example was Ellen Pompeo's husband, who the hosts mix up with the Jets and Jaguars running back Chris Ivory, the man always standing next to the celebrity in the Us Weekly photo, a cottage industry.
How good and terrible the Do Something song is has aged well, realistic enough to be a real song, with 'sodomy' among the words he has to change; the genius touch is Access Hollywood closing its show with a music video, exactly as it would.
Crime Scene: Scene of the Crime and Animal Instincts have aged the best for one host, who calls the Crime Scene material a favorite part of the movie and wishes there were a hundred rejected Billy Baldwin takes on YouTube to loop, with the Seinfeld bass line under the clear Caruso CSI Miami riff; the favorite line is the one about entering the pageant without a face.
They should have kept filming those bits; Billy Baldwin gets a shout-out for being so game; a low-key funniest moment is the engineer telling Peter he has Allman Brothers tickets and hopes he isn't getting paid for the session; Animal Instincts is just stupid and just realistic enough, since the CBS drama Zoo arrived about eight years later.
The salary cap cast is unreal: Jonah Hill in about four scenes, Jack McBrayer, and Kristen Wiig in a deleted scene as the yoga instructor, to be discussed later.
