Let's be honest, the buzz surrounding Forgetting Sarah Marshall has nothing to do with the supposedly hilarious script, the creative advertising, not even Judd Apatow. Really, people high and low are flocking towards theatres to catch a glimpse of Jason Segal's who-haw. His willy nilly. His gadunkajunk. Apparently nudity in film is the new black (vagina is SO last year). In reality, the theatre screen will only make it appear THAT much bigger... Let's just hope the room's not too cold.The question remains, what do we think of Segal himself? Do we want to bake him in the oven, stick him on some skewers, and serve him with cooked peppers, tomatoes, and onions? Or do we merely just want to snatch him from a drive-thru and smear him with Heinz ketchup?
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