It’s late and I’m drinking mint tea because my stomach hurts. No, it’s not hurting because of the ribs I ate, it’s hurting because a movie made me laugh too hard. <\/p>\n
I was not expecting The 40 Year-Old Virgin<\/a> to have some of the best dialogue I’ve heard in a while in an American movie, but it did. It’s vulgar, geeky, juvenile (sometimes in a satirical way, sometimes not) and it’s brilliant, except for the part about not having sex until you meet the right person, but that’s just one cheesy, romantic line that you’ll quickly forget and forgive. Oh, and you’ll never look at a FutureShop employee the same way again. (Try to avoid seeing the preview so you won’t ruin some of the best lines.)<\/p>\n I always like to read reviews after I have seen a film and I particularly appreciated this one<\/a>.<\/p>\n This movie could have been a lot of things, some of them awful. The gimmick certainly did not ensure quality. But man, it’s a wonderful film, directed with endless energy and written with a sharp wit.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n The only thing that annoyed me about this review is that it says about the main actress (the awesome Catherine Keener) that she’s « luminous ». That’s what people say about female actresses when they run out of adjectives. If I hear one more reviewer say that an actress is « luminous », I’m going to print many copies of the review, roll them up really tight and, you know… Yeah, that.<\/p>\n Anyway, I have to go. My tea is getting cold and my stomach still hurts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s late and I’m drinking mint tea because my stomach hurts. No, it’s not hurting because of the ribs I ate, it’s hurting because a movie made me laugh too hard. I was not expecting The 40 Year-Old Virgin to have some of the best dialogue I’ve heard in a while in an American movie,… Continue reading A luminous comedy<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1018"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1018"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1018\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1018"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1018"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1018"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}