"Certainly worth the [fornicating] wait!"
That's Matt Welch's 5-word movie review of "The 40 Year Old Virgin", which I had the pleasure of checking out Saturday night with Mrs. Aldini, my sister, and her boyfriend.
I stink at reviews, so I'll mainly say that I broadly agree with what Roger Ebert says:
Here's a movie that could have had the same title and been a crude sex comedy with contempt for its characters. Instead, "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" is surprisingly insightful, as buddy comedies go, and it has a good heart and a lovable hero.
Absolutely. If I'd dispute anything in his review, it's his contention that "the best reason the movie works" is because of the chemistry between Steve Carell and Catherine Keener (his girlfriend who is confused why he doesn't harass her for sex, the true reason never crossing her mind).
They do have great chemistry, and the Keener scenes are great. But the best reason the movie works is because of the chemistry between Carell and his three male coworkers at the electronics store. The casting is awesome, the dialogue is hilarious, and despite the fact that their advice is occasionally horrendous, you never, ever doubt that all 3 of them genuinely like the Virgin and are trying to help.
When you leave a movie thinking that it looks like it would be fun to work in a Best Buy, you know they had you pretty good.