Easy Virtue Directed by Stephan Elliott The Hangover Directed by Todd Phillips Easy Virtue is all manners; The Hangover has none.

Firth Doing Well: Only John’s father sees the good in Larita.

Easy Virtue, steeped in Noel Coward banter, is a delight. And, with Jessica Biel starring as a 1929 sophisticate, a surprise. Add in a sumptuous setting on an English country manor and the fact that Keira Knightley is nowhere to be found, and this third major release from The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert writer-director Stephan Elliott breezily compensates for its minor flaws.

One of those flaws is its mood swings between wackiness and solemnity, the former of which sometimes recalls Looney Tunes larks and the latter providing the only instances in which the radiant Biel struggles. Easy Virtue is actually the second film adaptation of Coward’s play, and it couldn’t be more different from the first: a silent 1928 offering from Alfred Hitchcock that posed the story as a thriller. In Elliott’s version, co-scripted by freshman Sheridan Jobbins, the mystery remains, but it’s played as more of a footnote to the central clash-with-the-in-laws comedy.

Biel plays Larita, a blond, bobbed American who’s made headlines for being the world’s first female racecar driver. After one race she locks eyes with John Whittaker (Ben Barnes)—in an opening sepia-toned sequence that’s wonderfully old-tymey until Elliott cheesily slow-mo’s the couple’s glance—and soon the young Brit is writing to his upper-crust family that he’s married, in their words, “that floozy.” John brings Larita home to meet the parents (Kristin Scott Thomas and Colin Firth) and his sisters, Hilda and Marion (Kimberley Nixon and Katherine Parkinson), as well as the lifelong friend who had been his intended, Sarah (Charlotte Riley).

Initially, all but Mum are entranced by Larita. “You look so expensive!” Hilda accurately exclaims. But the first Mrs. Whittaker is not amused for a number of reasons, continually knocking off points over everything from Larita being a Yank to what she regards as a ridiculous allergy to pollen. Larita tries to play along but is increasingly bored and eager to get John back to city life. Regardless of her daughter-in-law’s efforts, Mrs. Whittaker keeps clucking. John’s father, however—a haunted war veteran who, like Larita, tries to make the ennui tolerable with quips and increasing detachment—sees a kindred soul. Even when the new girl’s novelty wears off for the rest of the family once the aforementioned dirty laundry is aired, he remains on her side.

You may not believe in the romance between Larita and the very dull John, but anyone amused by words such as “codswallop,” snappy repartee, and the songbook of Cole Porter will consider Easy Virtue a pleasure from start to finish. Elliott stylizes the film beyond period finery, with distorted reflections caught in spoons and 8-balls, long, lustful tracking shots of John’s gleaming Frazer Nash BMW, and farcical staging. Touches of modernity, too, occasionally sneak in—have you ever wondered how Tom Jones’ “Sex Bomb” would sound Gershwin-style?

When the high jinks turn to more serious matters, the film is a bit more wobbly but is still affecting in its reflection of fish-out-of-water loneliness. The characters who ultimately ride off into the night may not be the ones you’re expecting, but their sprint for freedom is palpable—and, of course, quite chic.

The Hangover Directed by Todd Phillips

Within the first two minutes of The Hangover, you see Zach Galifianakis’ ass. And later, you’ll see an old man’s ass. And another person’s. And then Galifianakis’ again.

That’s a lot of asses for one comedy—which may as well be the tagline for Todd Phillips’ attempt to recapture the goofy, filthy fun that was 2003’s Old School. But this time, the director had no hand in writing the script, leaving it to co-writers Jon Lucas and Scott Moore to up the crude and oh-no-he-didn’t! factors in this story about a Las Vegas bachelor party gone awry. And considering the pair are best known for penning tepid rom-coms Four Christmases and Ghosts of Girlfriends Past—well, maybe they’re not quite ready to wield pedophile and 9/11 jokes just yet.

Neither is Galifianakis—though it’s unclear based on this film alone what he could make funny. Unless you find this bearded, bloated, man-infant appealing, you’ll surely spend The Hangover wistfully remembering the days when Will Ferrell made good movies and Luke Wilson was still relevant.

Galifianakis plays Alan, an implied child molester who with pals Phil (Bradley Cooper) and Stu (Ed Helms) take Alan’s future brother-in-law, Doug (Justin Bartha), on a trip to Sin City on the weekend of his wedding. At the beginning of the movie, we find Phil et al. stranded in the desert, phoning Doug’s bride-to-be, Tracy (Sasha Barrese) to say they’ve misplaced her groom. Phillips then winds back the clock several days to show getaway prep: Phil, a grade-school teacher, is pocketing the wads of cash he overcharged his students for a field trip. Stu, a knotted-sweater-wearing dentist, is lying his ass off to his shrew of a girlfriend, Melissa (Rachael Harris), reassuring her that his friends are more mature than she thinks and that they are really spending a quiet weekend in Napa (cue them pulling up outside and yelling: “Paging Dr. Faggot!”). And Tracy’s father (Jeffrey Tambor) is bestowing upon Doug the honor of taking his Bentley, with the promise that no one but he drive it. Yeah, right.

So the boys hit Vegas and ready themselves for a night on the town. They’re on the roof of their hotel, toasting Doug with Jager shots. And then Phillips employs the film’s sole stroke of genius: He cuts to the messy morning-after. The hotel suite is trashed, stuff is smoking, there’s a tiger in the bathroom, and Doug is missing. Which means the bulk of The Hangover is devoted to the guys’ detective work as they try to find Doug and piece together what the hell went down.

Even if you find much of the humor tedious—really, you may feel a lot like Stu as he cringes at his friends’ every irresponsible move, from forcing him to put the suite on his credit card to nearly crashing the Bentley for laughs—this nugget of mystery at least keeps the story interesting. A scene in a police station is also a small pleasure, as the three remaining musketeers are used as bad examples and Tased in front of a classroom of kids. Until a late-chapter Rain Man parody, Galifianakis’ Alan grates as he French-kisses dogs and says things like, “Ha-ha-ha, drunk driving! Classic!” But Helms and even the usually bland Cooper are much more entertaining, the former as an increasingly freaked-out good boy and the latter a dryly funny weekend partier. A return of the Dan Band, who filled Old School’s wedding with expletive-laden crooning, is also a highlight.

The best part of The Hangover by far, though, is the end credits, a photo montage that finally shows you what exactly happened the night they lost Doug. As Stu once yells, “This whole situation is completely fucked”—but Phillips’ inspired Hail Mary makes up for it.

Our Readers Say

Pretty sure that was a Benz, not a Bentley. I'm guessing early-60s.
Tricia, Tricia, Tricia. To pine for old Will Ferrell, but say "Neither is Galifianakis—though it’s unclear based on this film alone what he could make funny." is to simply not get it.

You don't get it.

You can keep the bland vanilla, safe comedy of Owen Wilson, I'll take Galifianakis anyday. Go watch "Comedians of Comedy" and stretch a little bit, for god's sake. In the meantime, I'll try and keep those infernal comedy kids off your lawn...
This film was flat out fun. It wasn't intelligent, it wasn't oscar-worthy, but it was one great 100 minute escape from everything going on in the world.
Girls are stupid
Best time I've had watching a movie since Tropic Thunder - I'm surprised the reviewer wasn't a fan.
This was easily the funniest movie I have seen in years. People in my theater were actually RUNNING to the bathroom so they wouldn't miss an lines. Don't listen to this reviewer, she is clueless.
Okay. This movie was the best movie I have seen in a long time. I was laughing so hard -- and I wasn't alone. The entire theater was laughing so hard. I don't get what's wrong with the movie at all! Perhaps you are an over-sensitive woman, or you're just of a generation that doesn't find humor like this funny. Either way, I think you need to rethink your review. I mean you're entitled to your own opinion, but I think your opinion of this movie is stupid and you may need to go back 50 years to the time when you were a teen, watch it again, and feel like we do. Maybe a change of sex would be great too.

P.S.: Will Ferrell never made a good movie.
Galifianakis is not funny. I don't really care what anyone else says... he isn't.
Get it? Yes, I get it, and what's to get isn't funny. I've seen his stand-up, and again, not funny. The Hangover was an overhyped, American Pie for adults. In othe rwords, comedy for the lowest of brows.
I'm a little late with a comment on this. Tricia Olszewski is 100% right. I am kind of shocked that the comments are attacking her for a negative review. Does a review have to reflect your own opinion to be valid? Why read reviews at all then?

Anyway, bandwagon riding simpletons can try and convince themselves this movie was funny. But no one can point me to a joke that didn't stink of a rom-com writer trying, and still failing, to copy the exhausted joke of someone actually funny.

I've noticed that people who like obvious jokes that hint at their own inability to impress themselves and others will defend this movie with tooth and nail. I see people trying to make the movie funny by telling everyone whose opinion they trust that it was funny. Its so bizarre.

But the movie is hollow, without substance either funny or human, and has no edges that could cut pudding.

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