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I have a very cool giveaway in honor of next week’s release of the new X-Men movie!  Thanks to Junk Food Clothing for providing two shirts to go to the lucky winners.  You can buy them there for $32 each.

Send an email to moviemom@moviemom.com with X-Men in the title and tell me your favorite character and your t-shirt size.  Don’t forget your mailing address!  I will select two random entries on June 5.  (Design of shirt may differ from those shown here.)

Good luck!

 

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It would spoil the surprise to let you know what movie this is for.  Just trust me and watch it!

 

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And it has The New Radicals.  I am so happy.

Today is the last Oprah show.  After 25 years, Oprah is giving up her daily talk show to concentrate on her OWN channel.  One of Oprah Winfrey’s great gifts is making everyone in the audience feel not just that we know her but that she is our friend.  Some other television personalities invite us into their lives, but I think their faux-self-deprecation always comes across as narcissistic and needy.  But Oprah avoids the TMI over-reveal while still making us feel that we are on a journey with her.  She is utterly comfortable with the biggest stars and most powerful business and political leaders on the planet while never losing her sense of all-out fan-ship.  Even though no one is more influential than she is, we know she identifies with us more than she does with them.

The Wrap has a good list of the eight most defining moments of Oprah’s past 25 years.  For me, though, the most memorable moments were not the ones with celebrities or giveaways.  They were the privileged moments in which ordinary people struggling with extraordinary challenges shared their lives.  I was very touched in yesterday’s show when the young people who were able to go to college because of Oprah filled the stage.

I believe Oprah’s best and most important work is ahead and look forward to OWN under her full-time leadership.  Thanks for a quarter-century of programs that got people reading great books and encouraged viewers to follow their dreams and believe in their own power.

What’s it called again when you suffer the morning-after consequences of a wild night of extravagent, if debauched, fun?  Oh yes, a hangover.

This second night out with the wolf pack of Phil (Bradley Cooper), Stu (Ed Helms), and Alan (Zach Galifianakis), suffers from sequelitis, that headache-y uncertainty about exactly what it was that worked the last time and inability to make its premise seem fresh.  It feels as stale as the air in the squalid hotel room our heroes find themselves in with no idea of how they got there.  But it will still do as a taste of the hair of the dog.  The laughs may be fewer and  the gasps more “ewww” than “wow,” but there is still some pleasure in seeing those guys suffer.

A couple of years have passed and Stu is about to get married, not to the stripper he wed in Las Vegas in the first movie but to a lovely girl named Lauren (Jamie Chung).  As a tribute to her heritage, the wedding is going to take place in  Thailand.  Stu insists that brunch at IHOP with Phil and Doug (Justin Bartha) is all the bachelor party he wants (and he puts a napkin over his orange juice glass just to make sure no  one is slipping him a roofy this time).  But Doug persuades Stu to invite his brother-in-law Alan, and they are joined by Lauren’s 16-year-old brother, Teddy (Mason Lee), a prodigy who plays cello and is pre-med at Stanford.

Two nights before the wedding, after Lauren’s father insults Stu in a toast, the guys agree to have one drink on the beach before bed.  And Stu, Phil, and Alan wake up the next morning, as they did in the first one, with no memory of what happened the night before and a lot of incontrovertible evidence that what did happen was dangerous, probably criminal, and certainly disgusting.  Stu’s face bears the Maori tattoo they saw in the last movie on Mike Tyson.  There is a severed finger that appears to belong to Teddy, who is missing.  In his place is their old nemsis, Mr. Chow (Ken Jeong).  And instead of the last film’s tiger, there is a monkey wearing a Rolling Stones jean jacket.

They have somehow found themselves in Bangkok, and their search for Teddy involves an aged mute monk in a wheelchair, an American tattoo artist, a strip club, Russian drug dealers, some panicked phone calls, a Molotov cocktail, and both human and animal gun shot wounds.

The trick in comedies like this one is to find the sweet spot between the familiar and the surprising and between the shocking and the disturbing.  It misses.  Some in the audience will be happy to see the structure of the original repeated but most will wish for something new.  And the key to comedy is the “almost,” the ability to have it both ways by making sure the chaos is disruptive but not conclusively so.  Trashy is good.  Tawdry, not so much.  And aren’t we a couple of decades past finding humor in homosexual panic?

There are some very funny moments, with a hilarious password joke, Stu’s version of “Alan-town,”  and some deliciously weird comments from Galifianakis and Jeong.  But it misses the sense of genuine connection between the characters we just saw in “Bridesmaids.”  The first one ended with a satisfying sense of lessons learned.  This one should end with an intervention.