Get Him To The Greek gets into your blood

Get Him To the Greek is a cross between American Pie and Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, and I mean that in a good way.


Have you seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall? NO? Than watch it right now and cry yourself a puddle of shame.

Russell Brand once again plays his cartoonish yet charming rock star character Aldous Snow (I guess technically you don't have to watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall to get the movie -- in fact, it doesn't matter at all, but you should still rent Forgetting Sarah Marshall.) He is doped up on everything from coke to something called Jeffery and hapless record label lackey Aaron Green (played by the funny-as-fuck Jonah Hill) has to get him from London to his career-saving concert in L.A. in the span of 3 days.

The humor is amazingly crass and fantastic, but the plot doesn't lean on that, nor does it rely on wacky road trip shenanigans (although there are a few). The story is all about Aaron and Aldous figuring out who and what they are and their relationships to the people around them. This is what gives the movie its manic energy that makes you feel like downing a bottle of Jack and head for the desert with nothing but a handgun and a fist full of pills.

While Russell Brand and Jonah Hill are hilarious, the guy who really had me busting my guts all over the already sticky movie theater floor was Puff Daddy. That's right, motherfucking P. Diddy plays Sergio, the record company boss that Aaron must appease to keep his job. You may think I may be joking, you may think it impossible, but when you see Sean "P. Diddy" Combs rubbing his hands all over a fur wall, you will know what I am talking about.

Nicholas Stoller (the man who directed Forgetting Sarah Marshall), a directing n00b as it were, does a magnificent job of channeling the humor into the valley of the story. Too often directors let their comedic actors verbally wander around the scene (I'm looking at you, Will Ferrell) and the plot suffers as a result, but The Greek has none of these issues while still having you roll around in a pile of your own mirth.

I dare you to watch this movie and NOT want to drink half a bottle of vodka while listening to The Clash.

I give it 5 stars