Looking for a comedy that's both raunchy enough for the guys but still sweet enough to make the chicks happy? Go see The 40-Year Old Virgin.

It's the best film out of the screwball sex farce genre since The Girl Next Door (a flick which should have done better business at the box office) with a talented cast headlined by The Daily Show's Steve Carell, Paul Rudd (Clueless, The Object Of My Affection, Anchorman), Romany Malco (Weeds) and the fantastic Catherine Keener (Being John Malkovich, Full Frontal).

Thanks to the genius of Judd Apatow (behind the criminally slept-on series Freaks & Geeks), Andy Stitzer, as played by Carell, isn't written off as a bumbling idiot who's still waiting to be deflowered this late in the game. These two were smart to mold Andy into a character that the audience can genuinely like and identify with so that you are never laughing at Andy, but rather laughing at the situations Andy finds himself in. He's an all-around decent guy - weird fixation on action figures aside, he just hasn't figured the social skills to move past first base.

The talked-about chest waxing scene made me laugh so hard, I almost peed myself in the theater.

"Kelly Clarkson!"

It's naughty, bawdy and filled with potty humor, but underneath it all lies a tender love story that's universal. Ben Stiller, you better be looking over your shoulder because there's major competition for title of Goofiest Man in Cinema now.

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