There’s something about living the rock star dream that gets me every time.

The glitz and the glamour, the knock-down, drag-out sex, drugs and alcohol-infused lifestyle that only works if you are a rock star — and even then it only works for your entire life if you’re British — this type of living has always made me want to do more, to be more.

Much like an episode of “Entourage,” the newest production from Judd Apatow, “Get Him to the Greek,” stirs my longing to throw caution to the wind and chase the elusive dream of stardom.

Okay fine, I’m waxing a little poetic about the movie, but it really connected with me. Maybe it’s just Jason Segel‘s vision toward portraying awkward situations, but “Get Him to the Greek” did it for me — I also absolutely loved “Forgetting Sarah Marshall,” if that helps. Of course I also have to give credit to the director of both the afore-mentioned flicks, Nicholas Stoller, because he knows how to direct simply and efficiently.

Back to the review: the movie takes the classic story of finding what makes you happy in life, and gives it just enough lowbrow comedy to keep an audience entertained, while still touching on subject matter that has a real message. A message might I add that isn’t hammered at you or shoved down your throat like many other movies. It’s laid out and reinforced without disrupting plot or sandwiched in between forced jokes.

The cast is believable as what they are supposed to be portraying. Though I will be the first to admit the characters are stereotypes; but the movie isn’t trying to be real, it is supposed to be a comedic commentary offered through stereotypes.

Russell Brand reprises his role of Aldous Snow, a rock star on par with the outrageous antics of Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Sid Vicious and Jim Morrison, just to name a few, rolled into one. Brand plays Snow so well, that he essentially is the character in the eyes of many of his fans in real life. This movie is almost a vanity project for Brand, or the Snow character, and it is one of those times that it is worth the time invested. The only problem may lie with film-goers that didn’t like the character in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” If you didn’t like Brand then, you’ll be pulling your hair out as you are injected with a rock god-sized dose of the Snow character.

Jonah Hill — probably America’s favorite fat-guy actor since Seth Rogen trimmed down — plays a record company intern that is given the opportunity of a lifetime: bring a music/media legend to his 10-year anniversary concert, and party with him along the way. He embodies the wishes of every teenage groupie trying desperately to hang with their personal favorite rock star. His character is picked on so much, you have no choice but to emphasize with him — not to mention it’s easy to see the decisions he makes, then see yourself doing the same in his shoes.

Elisabeth Moss plays Green’s super-worn-out-from-working-hospital-shifts girlfriend. Honestly, I liked Moss back when she was on “The West Wing,” and her turn on “Mad Men” isn’t too shabby either. I know girls like her character, so I have to say her acting is pretty darn good. Though she isn’t really funny, she is sort of the anchor to reality that is needed to keep audiences aware that “Get Him to the Greek” is more than just a movie designed to showcase the Aldous Snow character.

Sean “P. Diddy” Combs plays Green’s boss, Sergio Roma, a stereotype compounded with stereotypes akin to a Chris Rock stand-up routine. Despite the over-stereotyping, Combs doesn’t break character, and keeps the jokes rolling so nicely he overshadows Brand and Hill on occasion.

These, along with some other neat cameos, create a wonderful world of madcap media antics so outlandish that an average person defaults to believing this is how those glamorous and famous folk exist.

This movie keeps dishing out laughs that aren’t there just to fill space — not dramatically fill it, but not just fluff. The comedy is lowbrow, to be certain, but it is the lowbrow of stand-up — note, not all stand-up is lowbrow, but there is a certain tendency for it to be. Only a few jokes fall flat, and even then only failed in my eyes and will probably have someone in the audience belly-rolling.

The messages are simple and no great revelations are administered, but it does have a plot, it does make you laugh and it does make you think about how great it could have been if you’d just kept playing in that band back in high school.

Oh, and you get more new songs from Snow’s band Infant Sorrow.

Take a break from whatever summer activities you may have to do and spend a couple hours enjoying “Get Him to the Greek.”