Reviewed - Weddings Crashers: Why isn't Ben Stiller in this? He's in everything else. Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson play two lascivious lawyers who crash weddings in order to meet attractive ladies. Vaughn is absurdly self confident, fast talking and tall. Wilson is louche, laid-back and shorter than you remember writes Donald Clarke

In other words, they both work through versions of the same character they've been toying around with for the past decade. Nothing wrong with that, of course. Bob Hope, Woody Allen and - oh, I don't know - Klaus Kinski never changed much from film to film. The problem here is that our two heroes' trademark personae are variations on similar themes. We need a morally conflicted nerd to balance the ticket. Like I said, where's Ben Stiller?

In truth, no such tinkering would much improve this disappointingly chaotic, absurdly overlong farrago. What David Dobkin, director of Shanghai Nights, has given us is a loosely stitched together compendium of set-pieces, none of which is sufficiently amusing to excuse the disdain for structure.

The two boys end up at the weekend retreat of a political family headed by mad Chirstopher Walken. There's a shooting party, some dancing, an attempted gay rape, a football game and some business involving a hand job over dinner.

The funniest moment comes when Grandma calls Eleanor Roosevelt "a carpet muncher." Enough said.