Review: The Hangover
Groom-to-be Justin Bartha is dragged to Vegas for some debauchery-filled celebration by his buddies, and tagalong future brother-in-law Zach Galifianakis, a creepy chubby guy who is either stupid, mentally disturbed, or both. Bradley Cooper is the unhappily married, smug school teacher, whilst Ed Helms is the milquetoast dentist with a humourless harpy for a wife (Rachael Harris). Anyway, after a night of drinking, drugging and partying, they wake up in an expensive hotel room, with amnesia (which we soon learn is due to ingestion of the date rape drug- oh that’s hilarious!), a trashed room, a tiger in the bathroom, a baby in another room, and Bartha is nowhere to be seen. I think there might’ve even been a chook somewhere, too, but we never find out why , so who cares? Heather Graham is a sweet-natured hooker (there you go, the bitch and the whore both present in the one film. Hooray for women’s lib in the new millennium!) whom Helms apparently married the night before at a Vegas