I saw screenings over the past week of “88 Minutes” and “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.”
The dichotomy between Hollywood’s older and younger stars could not have been made more evident over those two nights.
Everything Al Pacino brought to the table had been seen before. Running around in a panic, manic monologues, “twists” that were about as predictable as the day ending in “y” – you get the idea.
Then you get “Marshall,” which brought a refreshing remake to the romantic comedy genre. There were uproarious laughs, unforeseen events and you weren’t QUITE SURE how it would end. The random lines tacked onto the end of scenes by themselves made this a new classic.
Pacino is a screen icon, and Jason Segal is basically nothing compared to him. Perhaps in a few decades, though, we’ll see “Marshall” as Segel’s “Godfather.”
Hopefully next time, though, he’ll keep it in his pants.