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V and i spent our first alone evening after dropping her grandmother back in Sacto by going out to see Simon Pegg's latest, Run Fatboy Run. Although i quite liked his last film Hot Fuzz, another genre homage with Nick Frost, it was impossible to argue that it was as funny or biting as the brilliant Shaun of the Dead. Fatboy? Not even in the same ballpark. Or league. Or sport, for that matter. Directed by Friends alum David Schwimmer, the movie shows every bit of its formulaic, American TV roots. The plot's been done a million times before ... deadbeat guy loses girl of his dreams for reasons that are entirely his fault, girl moves on and meets someone new, guy decides he's going to win her back, girl's new boyfriend turns out to be a huge jerk despite initially looking like Mr. Perfect, they live happily ever after. For once i was hoping the twist would be watching the guy come to grips with the fact that the next guy in line is truly better than him. Now that would be interesting. But the major crime of the movie is that for a comedy, it simply wasn't funny. I would've killed for Nick Frost to show up and exclaim "by the power of Greyskull!".
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