I went to the movies for the first time this summer a few days ago. Saw Dinner for Schmucks. I didn’t expect much and wasn’t disappointed. I smiled  a lot and thought this limp, bland movie was a fine diversion. I wouldn’t see it again, though on second thought I’ll probably sit through pieces of it many times once it reaches heavy-rotation on cable.

I didn’t get a good belly laugh out of it and when the end credits rolled I didn’t remember a thing that had just happened. 

I think that most of the recent comedies by the Will Ferrell-Judd Apatow Mafia are lacking but there also usually have that one crack-up scene that makes it worth it.

Like this foul-mouthed gem from The 40-Year-Old-Virgin (warning–if you offend easily, skip this):