The Two-Minute Verdict: It's About Time Someone Gave Those Apatow Comedies The Totally Unfunny Business!
Your first thought, after silently turning over the words The 40 Year Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and Felt Superbad About It on your tongue to savor its unwieldy mouthfeel, is that this must be a joke, It must! Everything about this, from that strung together sequence of recognizable movie titles, to the straight-to-browser-window production values, signals to your suddenly stunned forebrain that you're watching a YouTube sketch (possibly funded by a Funny or Die or an Atom.com in a lapse of creative judgment) about a theoretical feature that would lampoon successful comedies of semi-recent Apatowian vintage.
Your second thought, as the fog slowly starts to lift, is, "Oh, perhaps those Wayans skamps, with their seemingly endless appetite for both clumsily skewering popular cinematic trends and cumbersome titles lifted from recognizable examples of those trends, are at it again! A Katherine Heigl stand-in's about to get a dong through the ear, when a Seth-Rogen-a-like decides that's safer than thrusting said dong anywhere near his unborn baby!"
Your third thought, upon discovering that no Wayanses -- not even any obscure, newer-generation Wayanses who were still crib-bound when In Living Color was on the air -- seem to be appearing in the scenes flying by, is that maybe this is the latest shoddy parody product off the Freidberg/Seltzer "[Popular Genre] Movie" assembly line. A quick trip to IMDd, during which you pause the video to investigate this hunch, reveals that this is not the case.
Your fourth thought, after resuming the video, involves confusion about the erection protruding from that dude's chest. But then you finally recognize that scene, and its now four-year-old sight gag featuring a embarrassingly conspicuous boner jutting out from the correct place on Steve Carell's body, as belonging to The 40-Year-Old Virgin. Hey, I'm almost certain a boner shouldn't go there! This confusion, however, elicits more of a furrowed brow than even a cursory laugh.
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