Jason Segel’s penis probably would not sell a lot of tickets all by itself. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but most of us don’t think of the co-star of Freaks and Geeks, Knocked Up and How I Met Your Mother in THAT way. As wise men (and women) always say, it’s not the thing itself that matters; it’s what you do with it. And what Segel does with it as star and writer of Forgetting Sarah Marshall is magnificent. Between his brief nude scene at the very beginning (a humiliating, emotionally naked breakup and breakdown), and his even briefer final one (a welcome reunion of sorts), he discovers quite a lot about himself through his genitalia.



Forgetting Sarah Marshall will, quite properly, be seen as the next issue from writer-producer-director Judd Apatow’s anti-stud farm, a sibling of The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up and Superbad. Part of the fun is the way these films mix and match names and faces to produce the randy-but-tender recombinant comedy that has become synonymous with the Apatow brand.



So, for example, Apatow regular Paul Rudd (who appears in this movie as a brain-fried hotel surf coach named Chuck) is friends with Rob Thomas, who is the creator of TV’s terrific (now canceled) Veronica Mars, which starred Kristen Bell in the title role. Here Bell plays the eponymous Sarah Marshall, star of a ludicrous forensic detective show called Crime Scene opposite William Baldwin, whose stock in trade is making tastelessly absurd tough-guy wisecracks about hideously sickening crimes (see any episode of the CSI or Law and Order franchises).



Sarah’s boyfriend (now ex-) Peter Bretter (Segel) provides the “score” for her show, consisting entirely of routine riffs, stings and ominous chords. He’d rather be writing a rock opera. (I hesitated to even give away that much since, in this movie, the offhand use of the term “rock opera” is hilarious in so many ways all by itself, as well as being the setup for a series of escalating gags. These guys are SO subtle and smart, even when they’re being vulgar and dumb.)



When Sarah dumps goofy nice-guy Peter for a ridiculous, slithery, pop singer named Aldous Snow (brilliantly inventive Brit TV personality Russell Brand, with a fan-blown black mane), Peter tries everything to get over her: drinking to excess, reckless rebound sex, television reality shows. None of it makes him feel better. So he escapes to a Hawaiian island resort where, as nightmares would have it, Sarah and Aldous have also come to get away from it all. Hotel hospitality clerk Rachel Jansen (Mila Kunis, the tiny shrew of That ’70s Show who has become stunningly gorgeous) takes pity on Peter’s pain, but where will it lead?



All in all, the movie feels like a vacation on which you keep bumping into amusing acquaintances whom you’re actually happy to see, and who know better than to overstay their welcome: Bill Hader and Jonah Hill (both from Knocked Up and Superbad) as a starstruck waiter and well-meaning stepbrother; Jack McBrayer (the amazing Kenneth, the NBC page, on 30 Rock) as a honeymooner with sexual hang-ups who’s having trouble pleasing his new wife; and let’s not forget Carla Gallo as Gag Me Girl in one quick scene. Apatow geeks may recall her as Jay Baruchel’s girlfriend (and Segel’s ex) in Undeclared — or as Toe-Sucking Girl in The 40-Year-Old Virgin or Period Girl in Superbad. Every one of them is like a splash of rum, or a dash of hot sauce, at the bountiful island buffet. It wouldn’t matter if their parts never get much bigger — they all deserve to be huge stars for what they do in small slices of screen time.



Like most Apatow-influenced movies, Forgetting Sarah Marshall is, at heart, about forgiveness. We all do stupid, destructive and self-destructive things for which we’re probably not going to forgive ourselves, so the best thing in the world is when somebody else forgives us. In the movie’s moral universe, there are no irredeemably bad people — just those afflicted to various degrees with shallowness, immaturity, selfishness, obliviousness, ambition.



For some critics and audiences, who’ve made these kinds of complaints before, the chief difficulty will be finding a way to forgive lumpish, doughy Peter for not being pretty enough to attract women as knock-out beautiful as Sarah or Rachel. Fine, but that’s the point at which the movie’s geek-fantasy begins. Trying to maintain these relationships involves hard work, diligence, introspection, empathy and more than a little disappointment.



And when somebody’s as funny as Segel’s Peter is here, you can forgive a lot. He doesn’t even have to look like he’s doing anything. Watch for the moment when he leaves one hotel room and negotiates around the edge of a curved flower bed to the room next door. It’s a variation on an old Buster Keaton gag from The Navigator (1923) and there’s seemingly nothing to it — just the perfect execution of an arc. Penises are a dime a dozen; Segel’s walk of indignity is priceless.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Three and a half stars

Stars: Jason Segel, Kristen Bell and Mila Kunis

Director: Nicholas Stoller

Rated: R for sexual content, language and some graphic nudity

Theaters: AMC Narrows Plaza 8, Century Olympia, Galaxy Uptown Theatre, Lakewood Cinema 15, Lakewood Towne Center 12, Longston

Place 14:

Regal Martin Village 16, Yelm Cinemas @ Prairie Park