Did Aldous Snow, lead singer of Infant Sorrow and socially strange playboy deserve an entire spin-off film? Apparently. Should Hollywood have left well enough alone once the events of Forgetting Sarah Marshall faded into the Hawaiian sunset? Probably. Do you hate when people answer their own questions, especially in print where you can’t even smack the crap out of them. Hopefully. Taking place not too long after FSM, Get Him to the Greek delves further into the crazy, inebriated, and needlessly reckless world of the rock god, and is surprisingly worthwhile.
A then still hefty Jonah Hill returns as well, though not as the obsessed Snow fan from the previous film. Instead, he plays a talent scout for Pinnacle Records, and lifelong fan of Baby Sadness. Sorry, Infant Sorrow. Strange the casting decisions so often made in Tinsel Town. Why not let Hill play the same character, only he’s older, less stalkerish, ready to make a name for himself in the music biz? Seems like a missed opportunity there…
Aaron (Hill), works for P. Diddy (VERY funny in this), and is sent on a mission to gather up the elusive, and supremely off the wagon, Aldous for an anniversary show of his iconic performance at the Greek Theater. His last single, “African Child,” is a critical and commercial failure, thus spiraling him further down than he’s ever been before. Mix that with a very public break up with pop star, and obscene songstress, Jackie Q and a son he never sees, it’s a cocktail that goes down spasmodically into the old boy’s gullet. Watching Aaron destroy himself with drugs and alcohol in order to keep up with Snow is hilarious. Stroke the furry wall, people. Stroke it long and hard. Aldous is no longer the smarmy supporting comic relief. He’s got pain, a Heroin addiction, dark stuff for a comedy pseudo-sequel. But it works, as I found myself rooting for Aldy, even finding some redemption in his journey. To his credit, Russell Brand can turn in a moving performance. Honey Nut Cheerios to you sir!
Another comedian roundup, with guys like Aziz Ansari (woke up with glitter on his dick), and Nick Kroll (he’s proud of those 15,000 units) contributing to this guffaw fest. So settle in, spark up a Jeffrey, and live vicariously through a raunchy but redeemable music icon.
directed by Nicholas Stoller
written by Nicholas Stoller
favorite line: ”Your brain is full of lollipops, rainbows, and cheese.” Aldous Snow