The Hangover: Is It Ever Too Much?

I can't ever remember liking having a hangover. When hungover, I'm constantly bitching about how I'm close to death because I have a simple case of nausea or dehydration. I curl myself up on the bed and wear a long, sad face that can turn a tyrant into my bedside slave. The only saving grace to a morning-after, is slowly recalling the details the night before, which is usually the fun that did you in, and that can still make you laugh--even as your head pounds in misery.

When I joined the bandwagon this weekend to watch The Hangover, I most definitely appreciated the connecting-of-the-dots game that keep the viewer in suspense. While a lot of the scenes seemed outlandish and ridiculous, they do magnify some of the randomness that comes with being SUPER drunk. If anything, I'd call that screenwriting at its best, because in the end, you do figure it all out-- proving that there is strategy behind the craziness. 

The actors were funny, relateable, and believable. The movie maintained most of the energy it started out with, and aside from all the penis shots, the scenes were pretty tasteful for being set in Las Vegas. B-list actors Bradley Cooper and Heather Graham were the biggest names, and yet it didn't seem like the movie was anything less than Grade A. 

I'm not a fan of hangovers, but this is one I wouldn't mind experiencing again.