There was a time when I was convinced that Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer, the guys responsible for all of the "Movie" movies, were the least talented people in Hollywood. Then I watched The 41-Year-Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and Felt Superbad About It. Cowritten by Brad Kaaya and Craig Moss and directed by Moss, the comedy (I'm using that word loosely) is a parody of Judd Apatow and Apatow-related movies like The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and Superbad, and it accomplishes the dubious achievement of being even less funny than Friedberg and Seltzer's send-ups.
A completely laugh- (and idea- ) free experience that should be lucky enough to serve as the last nail in the coffin of movie parodies, not to mention the careers of its creators, The 41-Year-Old Virgin... is a new low even for the generally mediocre quality of straight-to-DVD entertainment.
Brian Callen, an otherwise funny comedian who's been seen in The Hangover and other legitimate films, plays Andy, a sex-deficient guy who is held responsible for Sarah's (Mircea Monroe) baby when she gets pregnant by one of his buddies. Notwithstanding how precisely that sort of mix-up could happen, a forlorn Andy flies off to Hawaii only to discover that dream-girl hotel manager Kim (Noureen DeWulf) has put him in a room right next to Sarah and her new British douchebag boyfriend Aldous (Eric Tiede). Soon, Kim and Sarah are quite literally fighting for Andy's affection, while the wannabe loverman tries to stave off his sexual urges any way he can.
Almost exactly like Seltzer and Friedberg never came up with a joke they couldn't make unfunny by beating it to death with clumsy obviousness, Kaaya and Moss rely mostly if not exclusively on the simple recognition value of referencing something that they assume audiences have seen – including naming the characters after the original performers whom the actors are impersonating. I mean, sure, the guy who plays Seth Rogen actually sounds a little bit like Rogen, but was it funny for me to point that out? Because it wasn't when they did. That the film seems to reference only other comedies not only completely eliminates the possibility and need for new jokes, but it stands in stark and depressing contrast to the material that Kaaya and Moss are attempting to make fun of.
For example, what is the point of making fun of Borat? Especially after Friedberg and Seltzer failed to do the same in one of their movies more than three years ago? Sacha Baron Cohen's breakthrough film is itself an irreverent comedy, and doesn't need to be parodied. And neither does Superbad's McLovin, who not only was parodied in Disaster Movie, but by Austin Michael Scott, the exact same actor – although here he receives a fake ID that says McAnalovin instead of that film's McLover. (Ugh.) In fact, this may be the only comedy in history that produces exactly the opposite effect of what's desired – meaning it actively makes the viewer angry that someone attempted to make him or her laugh with such sub-moronic material.
The DVD features a surprising wealth of bonus content, almost all of which further makes me think that the people responsible for The 41-Year-Old Virgin... were not only talentless hacks, but ones who made this film specifically to inflict their talentlessness on the rest of humanity. Evidently, Kaaya and Moss pitched this film purely on the strength of their mash-up title, and a teaser trailer that plays like a slightly better version of the feature film (if only because it's much, much shorter), and three or four months later, they went into production.
It's not made clear at what point they wrote a script, if they ever did (they admit there wasn't one when they went to the studio with their pitch). But their "awesome – we can finally tell our families we made it in Hollywood because we duped a production company into thinking our toilet flush of an idea was marketable" attitude only further confirms the sad truth that this was their last best effort before packing up and moving back to their parents' basements to be the kinds of internet trolls who think that Apatow's movies would be much funnier if Steve Carell had consummated his marriage with an ejaculation that propelled Catherine Keener through an open window.
That said, one supposes there's some value in a film like this – that is, if you're 14, it's Friday night, you're home alone without your parents to drive you to the video store to rent a real movie, it's on TV, and you don't have subscriptions to any cable channels that show real porn. (In addition to all of the male bodily fluids, there is actually some female nudity, although not from the leads; they're serious actresses.) But literally if you are anyone but that person, whom I feel desperately sorry for, Moss and Kaaya's movie is an abomination, a true void in the history of filmed entertainment. Overall, The 41-Year-Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and Felt Superbad About It is one of the worst, unfunniest experiences I have ever endured, and a sobering reminder that Hollywood still obviously has plenty of money, but too often chooses to spend it on commercial sure things rather than ideas of true creative substance.