The movie is a plea in these times of high divorce rates to take a few moments before popping the question. Don’t find yourself hours, days, or years later recovering from a “hangover” and wondering, “What happened?”
As you can imagine from my description though, The Hangover is clearly made from a male point-of-view. And, as such, the women in the movie come across as pretty uninteresting at best and downright wicked at worst. The one shining – and all too brief – exception is Heather Graham’s delightfully lived-in variation on the hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold. But then, that is about as male-pleasing as stereotypes get.
This is also a movie where Mike Tyson (abusive male extraordinaire) gets a few brief, stammering, awkward moments on screen only to be allowed to go out on a sympathetic note as he sadly, even poignantly ponders the stupid comedy of errors that is his life.
Yes, I’d say The Hangover could probably work as a decent date movie. The many couples in the theater when I saw it were still on speaking terms as they walked out. But definitely, guys, proceed at your own risk – and maybe crib a few notes from here about the meaning of marriage to share during the drive home.
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