This Year's Overrated "It" Comedy

An elderly man's lumpy, cellulite-ridden body. Three men getting tasered in the head and balls... by children! Characters endlessly screaming "We're fucked!" or, for a change of pace, "This is fucked!" (usually uttered by smug, charmless Bradley Cooper). The standard-issue categorization of women as Bellicose Shrews or Angelic Strippers. A swishy Chinese villain shouting broken-Engrish insults. (Race-baiting and homophobic stereotyping in a single character -- neat trick!)

For these and many other sub- 4th-grade delights, please see "The Hangover," directed by stunted hack Todd Phillips (also responsible for "Road Trip," "Starsky and Hutch" and "School for Scoundrels"). Even the laughs earned by the grandly original comic performance of Zach Galifianakis are curdled by the early admission of his character, Alan, that he "can't be within 200 yards of schools or Chuck E. Cheeses." Ick.

Only one part of "The Hangover" succeeds brilliantly, but you'll have to wait about 100 minutes to see it. An end-credits photo montage, filling in the characters' temporal blanks, reveals the circumstances by which a tiger, a baby, a run-in with Wayne Newton, a missing tooth, and other roofie-feuled mysteries came to be. What is so deeply, honestly funny about these still-lifes is the disparity between the maniacal joy of the moment and the inevitable next-morning comedown.

But more than that, photographs are the ultimate distillation of time, inviting the audience to quickly absorb and flesh out what is frozen before them. And, of course, rarely is the moving picture as funny as what's in our own heads. Particularly when that moving picture is "The Hangover."