Not really "raunchy," unless maybe if you're a celibate.

Rating: 4/10 (17 July 2008)

I think part of the problem with Forgetting Sarah Marshall, like so many movies, is that it only exists to try to outdo the gross-out gags from the last gross-out comedy, but everything that's allowed past the MPAA has already been shown. The current pattern can't sustain itself unless the restrictions on content suddenly disappear, which isn't likely to happen. Most of the jokes don't even have punchlines. They just show you a penis over and over and expect you to laugh at the sight of it. If the sight of a penis is enough to make you laugh, you have access to much more explicit and free content over your Internet connection. We live in the age of "2 Girls, 1 Cup." There's not much left that can shock us.
I'll forgive the silly PG-13 sex scenes, even though the movie advertised itself as a wildly raunchy R-rated sex comedy. When characters have sex underneath the sheets, it takes me out of the film because it is something people only seem to do in lame movies. Some people might blame it on American prudishness, but it didn't seem to be a problem in Wedding Crashers or The Last Kiss. People were naked when they were supposed to be naked (and it was almost always the women). It makes me feel like the movie is geared to an audience that is 18 or younger.
On a side note, some of the dialogue sounded like it was taken from somewhere else. I'm pretty sure I heard the joke about God putting a playground next to a sewage system in one of Jerry Seinfeld's stand-up acts. The "happy tissues, sad tissues" line was vaguely familiar, too. The rest of the movie is also derivative so it doesn't really matter.