My Life in Ruins, not a sequel to My Big Fat Greek Wedding, has a slimmed-down Nia Vardalos (smacked with an insult of “skinny”) wooed by another hirsute hunk, Alexis Georgoulis, a Greek bus driver who plays Zorba to the repressed heroine, a fun-loathing tour guide to a motley group of stereotypes. (An actual clip of Zorba the Greek on local television fairly insists on the analogy.) Think of it, if you like, as My Little Skinny Greek Romance, heavy-handed, lead-footed, thick-witted all the same.
The Hangover is a sledgehammer comedy about four buddies (Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, Zach Galifianakis, Justin Bartha) who go to Vegas for a bachelor party and wake up the morning after with no memory of the night before, a tiger in the bathroom, a baby in the closet, and the mystery of a missing bridegroom. Boys will be bores. For the record, in case it could help you decide if the movie’s sense of humor is yours, the line in the trailer where the three “immature” buddies pull up outside the house of the fourth and call out in front of his fiancée, “Paging Dr. Douche Bag,” is different in the final cut. It’s “Paging Dr. Faggot.” The scriptwriters’ wastebaskets must have overflowed with the evidence of such toss-up options. (“Paging Dr. Bedpan... Dr. Enema... Dr. Dildo....”) No one, in any event, need worry that Mike Tyson’s as-himself cameo will be soured by the accidental death last week of his four-year-old daughter. Having seen the movie prior to that, I can attest that he wasn’t funny anyway.