The Crapness of Judd Apatow

On the matter of the king-of-crude, Judd Apatow, I've always felt like a staunch, upper-lipped, bible-bashing, hell-and-brimstone-preaching puritan.

Whilst all the critics and audiences seem to be swooning over backwards for the nerd herd's outing in la-la-land, I'm the lone wolf clenching my teeth through their run-of-the-mill genetalia and five-dollar-hooker-filth shows that seem to be churned out every other week.

Whilst I'm not demanding a victorian-level repression, ankle-length-skirts and crimson cheeked damsels to shoot one out for comedy - I sure would set the bucks rolling if I wasn't harpooned from every direction by the formualic celluloid of geeks trying to get laid and drowning in ethanol.