Wrong as it is to objectify the male body, I'll make an exception for that of Jason Segel in "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." As anyone presold on the aptly classified "romantic disaster comedy" probably already knows, the writer and star appears quite emphatically naked, from all angles, very early in the game: As struggling L.A. musician Peter Bretter, he's first seen toweling off at home, anticipating the arrival of his girlfriend of the title (Kristen Bell), a TV star in the magnificently named "CSI"-like hit series "Crime Scene: Scene of the Crime."Peter is feeling frisky, but Sarah, very much the perky media professional, is feeling fed up with the guy after nearly six years of using him as a handbag-holding service at red-carpet events, and has a breakup on her agenda.
It's a credit both to the vulnerability of the dumpee (and his refusal to make the business any easier for the dumper) as well as to Segel's love of the hilarity of discomfort that Peter remains altogether in the altogether throughout the kiss-off. Shocked and pleading for a hug from his departing blond cutie, his exposed man flesh looks all the more alien and ungainly when pressed up against his about-to-be-ex's clothed, compact form. Nakedness has rarely looked so ... naked. And innately, universally comic.
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