How bad a parent can I be?

Easy: I took my kids to see The Hangover. Actually, Rana and I both did, so we are, I suppose, equally culpable. The movie was, as its detractors have noted, crude and vulgar and juvenile and full of stupid jokes and offensive in a truly amazing variety of ways.

It was also screamingly funny. We all laughed so hard at times that it hurt, and on many occasions one or the other of us would whisper "Awesome!" or something similar.

As we were walking out, Sarah declared that the perfect home holiday or beach double bill would be the unrated DVD versions of Crank 2 and this sicko gem. When both of those DVDs are available, you can bet your ass we'll have a gathering, fill our laps with big bowls of ice cream, and laugh until frozen goodness shoots out of our noses.

If you go to this one and find it's not your cup of tea, you haven't paid any attention to the ads for it. If it's a type of film you can handle, however, you're likely to find it a perfect two-hour stress reliever.