Last night N and I caught The 40 Year Old Virgin on TV.  I liked it a lot, but I am saying that with one MAJOR caveat:  I would have HATED the theatrical – or worse yet, the uncut – version.  So much of it was bleeped, blurred out or otherwise toned down for TV that I could easily see that the original version is far raunchier than I could handle.  I really am a grandma when it comes to having a sense of humor for dirty jokes and such.  I don’t like toilet humor.  My sister has a much higher tolerance for that than myself and even she did not like the theatrical version at all.  I told her to try and catch it the next time they show the TV edit because it really is funny.  

A lot of the jokes are hilarious when they aren’t bogged down in the filth and the LANGUAGE.  Holy cow, I am no saint but the non-edited language was clearly atrocious.  Eesh.  That’s just not necessary as far as I’m concerned.  But the characters are well-casted, and Steve Carell really portrays Andy as a sweet, innocent guy.  He’s not nearly as socially stunted as I figured he would be from the commercials and trailers I saw.  Also, I love Paul Rudd. 

The end was pretty cheesy, and didn’t really seem to flow with the feel of the movie but whatever.  Overall, a very good flick ON TV ONLY.  I missed a few minutes here and there but will just wait and re-watch the next time USA Network airs it.  Call me granny if you want but no way am I adding this one to my Netflix queue! 

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AE came out of his room after being put to bed last night, as he often does.  And as usual, he didn’t really know why he had come out.  He sort of wanders slowly into the room, and you can tell from the look on his face that he is concentrating very hard on coming up with a good reason for being there. 

N:  What do you need, AE?

AE:  [stares into space]

Me:  AE.  Why aren’t you in bed?  What do you need?

AE:  [stares into space]

N:  AE!!

AE:  Wellllll…

Me:  Yes?

AE:  Well, you see, I’m cold.

Me:  Put on a blanket.

AE:  I DID put on a blanket!  But I’m still cold.

N:  Put on another blanket, since you have three in the bed with you.

AE:  That won’t work.  I’ll still be cold.

Me:  Put on some socks.

AE:  Okay.  [sits down on the floor]  So, I guess now that I’m six I should pack my own lunch every day.

N:  You think so?

Me:  Really?  Because currently you aren’t even willing to wipe your own hiney.  Maybe you should concentrate on that first.

AE:  I guess I’ll just learn to do THAT when I’m seven!