_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.