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I managed to book for three films at this years London Film Festival , a 50% improvement on last year. At this rate I should be able to catch the entire festival output by around 2063. Here goes with the first one (spoilers ahoy): 50/50 Judd Apatow has a lot to answer for. Whilst both Knocked Up and Superbad were terrific fun, they were the harbingers of a grim new era for Hollywood comedy wherein smut and vulgarity rule at the expense of character development and charm (with Apatow himself directly or indirectly involved in much of it). One of the many recent nadirs was The Change-Up , the direct result of a terrible power lunch pitch along the lines of "wouldn't it be great if we rehashed the old Freaky Friday bodyswap plot, but with 90% of the jokes about poo and porn?" This drive to break all possible taboos now brings us 50/50 , which could easily be marketed as a CancerCom. You would be forgiven for not holding out high hopes for a comedy movie centred aroun...