The 40 Year Old Virgin made me happy. Like the fabulous Catherine Keener, I endorse the obscure appeal of fuzzy men on bicycles.

It isn’t always easy to eavesdrop on how men talk when women aren’t around, but this has been a good movie season for it. Straight men’s affection for each other moves me far more than any Meg Ryan drivel. If only they hadn’t ruined the real love story in Wedding Crashers with a chick-flick ending.

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