When a door closes a window opens. Or so they say. Sometimes however the window is a sliding door that opens next to the hotel suite of your… ex.
So if you’ve both, by random chance, ended up on a holiday resort thousands of miles from home, things can only get worse, before they get better, can’t they?
While Forgetting Sarah Marshall trundles mostly idyllically towards the conclusion that becomes apparent shortly after the arrival in paradise, there’s a few laughs along the way, by of a little gross-out humour, which is more verbal than… visual.
The punchlines kick, rather than lick, or maybe they do both; “let me just say that if God was a city planner he would not put a playground next to a sewage system!”
Geeks will also get a snigger out of the I see dead pixels t-shirt… (might have to buy one).
