Vegas, oh the myriad of stupid things we have done inside your city limits. I’d share but there’s a suicide pact that prevents me from saying any more (and don’t even get me started on Reno). With this film, we have yet another ode to male folly in Sin City.
Does this film break any new ground? Nope. Is it funny? Yup. Why? Because it isn’t afraid to bare some of its fangs. In a Hollywood that plays everything well inside the safe zone, this movie doesn’t blink from exposing you to the infantile male id run rampant… yet it’s not nearly as profound as I just made it seem. Just sit back, have another shot of Patron and be sure to take a lot of dollar bills with ya.