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You know how you want to laugh when you hear somebody fart in public, but you know you shouldn’t, so you just smile and grit your teeth until you hear somebody else laugh, and then you let out a torrent of giggles? Well, “Hot Tub Time Machine 2” (2015) is 93 minutes of that. (There’s even a scene where somebody farts. Go figure.) It’s not for the straitlaced. Anyway, the title is the plot, they say “dick” and “fuck” about 375 times, sequel hijinks ensue, and if you harbor any sense of subversion whatsoever, you will occasionally laugh out loud.

With the success of “The Hangover,” a whole new genre of R-rated, male-oriented comedies was unleashed. Fortunately, “Hot Tub Time Machine” (2010) saw “The Hangover” and raised it one better. Why? Great dialogue, a fully formed plot, it doesn’t try to be something it’s not, and it tries to be the best something it is. Trust me, I was there in the 1980s. It wasn’t pretty, but it was a lot of fun. Just ask the time-traveling protagonist, John Cusack. This is the perfect Friday night movie for a gen-Xer. Order a pizza, down some beers and laugh out loud.

ZZ Top released “Eliminator” in 1983 and Chevy Chase released “Fletch” in 1985. Both are period pieces (cue the synthesizers). Both are also, respectively, the greatest work of a talented and prolific rock band and greatest work of a talented and prolific actor (“Caddyshack” notwithstanding). Amazingly, “Fletch” is able to have a coherent plot (investigative reporter Chase uncovers a bigger story than he bargained for) and still make room for an enormous amount of Chevy schtick. John Cocktoastin. The Lakers fantasy sequence. Everybody in the movie seems to be having fun, even the bad guys. I had fun watching it.