Back in April, Miz Lindy West reviewed Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Here’s a bit of the very funny review:

Segel wrote and stars in Forgetting Sarah Marshall (which was produced by Judd Apatow), the movie that dunked my week in delight and then stuffed it down the fun-time esophageal canal of entertainment. Formulaic to perfection, it’s the story of a hapless, harmless musician named Peter (Segel) whose TV star girlfriend, Sarah Marshall (Veronica Mars or whatever), dumps him for the world’s Britishest rock ‘n’ roll longhair.

For some reason—perhaps I was suffering from Apatovian-related film fatigue—I didn’t see Forgetting Sarah Marshall in the theater, but it came out on DVD yesterday, and I watched it last night.

Seriously, what Lindy said. I was not prepared for this movie to be so completely charming (and also maybe a little smart.) And I’m kind of glad I didn’t see Forgetting Sarah Marshall in theaters, because it’s perfect for a night on the couch with popcorn and beer and blankets. It takes a little while for it to warm up, but once things move to Hawaii, the movie stays consistently funny and actually works on developing most of the characters as though it was…you know, a real movie or something. I have seen some very bad romantic comedies this year (Ghost Town, anyone?) and this movie was a just-about perfect antidote to awful, studio-made romcom trash.