WARNING: ROUGH LANGUAGE

Man, do I love movies! I wish there was a job that would pay me to watch a movies, then write my opinion about it, then have it published so that the whole world could read it. Oh, well…if only to dream.

That being said…

I went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall yesterday. It was my time to escape for 2 hours and enjoy a little “me time.”

I bought my popcorn (layer the butter, please) and diet pepsi, and hunkered down in my favorite row (you know…the one with the rail in front so that I can put my feet up and relax).

The commercials finished (6 of them!), and the previews were wrapping up…and then, the feature.

SPOILER ALERT

Three minutes into it, there on 80 feet of screen, was the actor’s…well, the actor’s…hoo-hoo. Big as life. No, BIGGER than life. And not just once. Many, many times. Througout the film.

I’m used to seeing female parts in films. You know…the fun bags and who-ha-dillies. But never a guy’s hoo-hoo.

What is the film industry…and the world…coming to?!?

To quote a friend after telling him of this travesty, “If I wanted to see that, I’d stay at home!”

All I know is this…The female body is a beautiful thing, but the male stuff is, well…

‘Nuff said.