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Discuss amongst yourselves - Three of Three

Third Question:

Have you seen the 40 Year-Old Virgin, and if so, do you agree that it is in fact the funniest movie of all time?
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Anonymous said…
I have seen the '40-Year-Old Virgin', and it was in fact hilarious. Not as funny as 'Wedding Crashers', but still funny.

Nothing can top the jack-off-under-the-table scene in Wedding Crashers.

NOTHING.
11:06 pm
Anonymous said…
I have never seen it.

Okay.

Begin throwing stones....

Now.
11:16 pm
Isha said…
I saw it twice in the theatre. I found it hilarious the first time, and still pretty funny the second (although obviously the novelty had worn off and it wasn't as rip-roaring hilarious as the first time...nothin' compares to the first time, baby)

But aside from the humour, what I enjoyed most about the movie was the love story. It's very sweet and not clichéd. It felt real and I think this is due mostly to the stellar performances by Steve Carell and Catherine Keener.
8:33 am
Chris Vagg said…
One of the funniest movies...another one to see is "Just Friends" with Ryan Reynolds and Amy Smart...hilarious!!!
10:35 am
Anonymous said…
Yes, this was the funniest movie I've ever seen...dialogue was awesome: you know why you're gay?
1:49 pm
Anonymous said…
I'd have to have a funny-off between 40 Year Old Virgin and Team America. Both were hilarious, but I recall laughing more at Team America than I ever have at any film ever, so it's a tough call.
1:34 am
Omeaux said…
I have not seen it. I will check it out though.

FYI, my blog address has changed:

it is now: omeaux.blogspot.com
9:00 am
Anonymous said…
It makes want to wax Blaine's chest
5:03 pm
kris said…
crickets.

no no no! cheap humor!
11:54 am
Jay said…
I am still concerned for my mental health that I agree- funniest movie ever.
11:15 am
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