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In Last Vegas, directed by Jon Turteltaub (National Treasure) and written by Dan Fogelman (Crazy Stupid Love), Michael Douglas plays Billy, a Malibu-tanned bachelor on the verge of 70 who makes the impulsive decision to wed his much younger girlfriend in Sin City.

Why? True intentions eventually come to light later in the film, especially during one obligatory third-act epiphany/life lesson. All you have to know is that these impending nuptials inspire Billy to call up the old gang from his Brooklyn childhood and invite them for one (possibly) last hurrah in Vegas. There’s the bespectacled and bookish Sam (Kevin Kline), who receives a hall pass from his wife to sleep with any trashy trollop who’ll have him, Archie (Morgan Freeman), a stroke survivor living with his overbearing adult son and family, and Paddy (Robert DeNiro), a widower who’d rather sulk in his bathrobe, stare at pictures of his late wife, and receive bowls of pity soup from a well-meaning neighbor in his New York apartment.

Forget any preconceived notions of this comedy-drama being an AARP-sponsored interpretation of The Hangover. There’s nary a mob boss in sight. The F-bomb gets dropped once (thanks to Kline’s comic timing) and nudity is kept at a reasonable PG-13 level.

But make no mistake: it is indeed a movie about guys being guys in one of the most decadent places on Earth. Women’s breasts and butts are ogled. Alcohol is consumed. And a bromantic camaraderie is definitely celebrated by the time the closing credits roll, which are fittingly accompanied by Earth Wind & Fire’s classic “September.”

It just so happens that these guys aren’t looking for any trouble. They’re just there to support a life-long friend and see a few sights. And if those sights involve a poolside bikini contest hosted by LMFAO’s Redfoo (cameo alert!) and a stop at the hottest nightclub on the Strip (alcohol product placement alert!), then so be it.

Turteltaub and Fogelman admirably balance the glossy, Red Bull-charged environment with moments of warmth and nostalgia. Billy, Archie, Paddy, and Sam are old-schoolers vacationing in a place that’s as nearly as old as them but has received many more facelifts (The gorgeous Aria hotel sure gets plenty of screentime – check it at Vegasguy.com).

Also coming along for the ride is Mary Steenburgen, looking great at 60, as Diana, a lounge singer who catches the eye of more than one of the four friends, and Jerry Ferrara, pitch perfect as Every Douchebag You’ve Ever Met In A Vegas Club.

Sure, there’s plenty of old-people jokes to go around (Darn cell phones! Obscene prices!), but at least it doesn’t feel like Douglas & Co. are being blatantly used as pawns to contrast their ages with the vibe of their surroundings. Each veteran actor brings more to his respective character, proudly┬árepresenting the seniors of the 21st century: old-fashioned yet willing to update themselves and blend in with the times without coming off as a total punchline.

After splurging on some stylish party duds, the foursome come walking out looking like a neo Rat Pack, a line-up of classics — accentuated by an EDM soundtrack, of course. It’s the money shot the audience is waiting for, an image that perfectly encapsulates the idea that you’re never too old to get down with the rest of ’em — just as long as you’re in bed in time for 11 o’clock news.

RATING: 3.5/5 stars