"Along Came Polly"

We recently viewed "Along Came Polly," which we didn't see when it was in the theaters. I found it somewhat gross but very funny. The main character was a risk analyst for an insurance company and he did the safe thing, married a nice Jewish girl, had the traditional wedding complete with being picked up in the chairs (did I mention that Bruce fell out of the chair at our wedding, because of his rowdy friends?). But on their honeymoon, they met a devastatingly sexy Frenchman who approached them on the beach, stark naked, and invited them to take scuba lessons. Our hero foolishly backed out of it and allowed his bride to go alone. Not surprisingly, when he got to the boat a few hours later, he found Claude and his bride of one day in bed together, so passionate that they had forgotten to remove their flippers (but she had managed to remove her bathing suit, which would have been logistically impossible).

Our hero returned to New York and ran into a young woman who went to middle school with him. Polly is the exact opposite of our straitlaced hero, a gal who lives on the edge and is totally spontaneous. She finds it difficult to even commit to going out to dinner with him. Even though our hero suffers from IBS which is exacerbated by eating the spicy foods Polly enjoys, and she leads him a merry chase through a world he's never encountered before (learning dirty salsa dancing from a gay Cuban), Polly wins his heart.

I especially enjoyed the scene where his prodigal bride returns and he works up the guts to call her a heartless bitch and throws her out. Good for him!

Bruce and Jason's hearts were stolen by Polly's blind ferret Rudolfo who continually runs into stationary objects.

A fun movie, even with some very stomach turning moments (let's not dwell on a certain hairy, sweaty chest!). I recommend it.