The Bachelor

I figured I should round out this batch of wedding-themed posts and call it a trilogy of sorts. "The Hangover," from the director who brought you "Old School" is ridiculous. It's wrong for a movie about a bachelor party gone horribly wrong (or right?) to be that funny, down to the raunchy-ass closing credits.

And if you live in New York City, you've already come to terms with the sticker shock at your local cineplex: They're really charging $12.50 for a movie?

By this time, you've already seen the trailer, so I'll give a quick synop: Two days before his wedding day, "Doug"'s best friends and brother-in-law cook up a plan for him to have one anything-goes night in Vegas. So the four drive from L.A. to Vegas in Doug's father-in-law's Benz. Once there, they end up in a splashy villa, where they sneak onto the hotel roof for a (HILARIOUS!) toast over shots of Jager - and the plot works its way backward from there.

Bradley Cooper is sooo bad, yet so sexy (he plays the cad to perfection nearly every role), and chubby, bearded actor Zach Galifianakis needs his own movie.