With all its outrageousness, The Hangover, about four guys on a bachelor party trip to Las Vegas, is short on laughs. I laughed once, when the fat jail-tour kid was about to take a photo of the fiancée’s brother, and smiled a few times. That’s it. The rest of the script is hack city, not amusing in the least, as hard as it tries to be, and the wandering plot isn’t interesting enough to make-up for that fact.

It’s all about what happens during the trip, much of which none of the guys can remember. They awake in their hotel room on their first morning in Vegas, the place is wrecked, there’s a tiger in the bathroom and one of the four guys, the bachelor, is missing. It’s a lazy plot device that allows for random wackiness that doesn’t have to be explained as the three try to piece together what happened the night before.

my rating : 1 of 5

2009