Another weak parody of the alleged new cookie-cutter template of Judd Apatow-produced flicks like Forgetting Sarah Marshall, this time from Michael Swaim and Cracked.com. Yeah, yeah, I get it… the easy targets — schlubby guys, weed, juvenile slagging on one another. But the point is what, exactly? A disdain for the improvised feel of these flicks? Also, other stuff mentioned is just wrong (“Never reuse an actress,” “Remember to change locations once in a while”); the closest thing that comes to a knowing laugh is the PhotoShopped poster tutorial, born of Knocked Up. Otherwise this is just lazy writing. And believe me, I know of what I speak…