What you don’t expect is the infectious brand of comedy that this foursome delivers – with the help of some interesting characters of the open road, of course. Among those interesting characters is a nefariously gay highway patrolman, played by the constantly scene-stealing John C. McGinley (Office Space). Also among those interesting characters is Jack (Ray Liotta), a hardcore biker and the leader of a gang called the Del Fuegos. After a quick run-in with the Del Fuegos that results in the blowing up of their biker bar, the “Hogs” find themselves no longer on their way to the free, open roads and more or less on the run.

Of course they seek to find a way out of their mess, bond together, and break free of their mundane existences to prove that they are still young at heart. But you don’t care about that, nor will you care about it when you see this movie (and hint, hint: you should see this movie).

What you will care about is the fact that this predictably sappy plot yields some surprisingly ruckus comedic moments, all at the hands of its four bikesmen. Travolta is a bit zany, Allen is oblivious, Lawrence is full of attitude, and William H. Macy is just unnecessarily geeky. Yet when you combine them all, you pretty much end up laughing your ass off. And you will, in fact, laugh your ass off. And you’ll be glad that the folks who made this one didn’t play that old game of “Which one doesn’t belong?”

Final Grade:

Wild Hogs is in theaters nationwide on March 2, has a running time of 99 minutes and is rated PG-13 for crude and sexual content, and some violence.