Two hours long. Sheesh. Chels and I, the soda pop generation, couldn't sit still.

OK, so it's one minute short of two hours even, but it's quite a long movie for a comedy.

Length aside, I don't often pay money to see a movie opening night in the expensive $10 theaters.

But in my Matt Sussman Certified Movie Value System, if I could do it over again, I would pay $7 to watch it. (That's how much it's worth, and it's a more creative way than "two thumbs up," "five stars," or "three-and-a-half popcorns." What the frick's half-a-popcorn? A kernel?)

So, quick plot: John Beckwith (Owen Wilson) and Jeremy Klein (Vince Vaughn) go weddings of total strangers, pick up lovelorn hotties (such a thing?) and do sexual things to them montage-style.

But of course, you go to the wedding of Christopher Walken's daughter, something's gonna hit the fan.

Walken's character, Secretary of Treasury William Cleary, hands off his daughter Christina. Jeremy hooks up with a crazy girl (If you remember the "I always knew my first time would be on a beach!" psycho) and John meets eyes with Claire Creary (Rachel McAdams). Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, blah blah blah.

What I liked

It's my style of humor. Just like Anchorman, it's a bunch of comic characters who come together well. While John and Jeremy are normal people with tragic flaws, the entire Creary family is rife with characters, including that rappin' granny from The Wedding Singer (yeah, she's still alive. She'll be 87 in November) and a very randy wife (Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. Yeah I know her real name but it doesn't have the same kick as saying Dr. Quinn is a MILF. Get off me!)

Of course, the family has its has its asshats (don't all?) but they thicken the plot (nuff said about that, because although the plot has some heart, that's not why I paid $10 — $20 if you count Chelsea.)