Speaking of

movie cliches

, “The Hangover” has one egregious one, and it doesn’t have anything to do with debaucherous Vegas bachelor parties.

In a bit part as Ed Helms‘ nag of a girlfriend, Rachael Harris is as cookie-cutter as they come, which is a shame, considering her comedic talents. I know stereotypes like this aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, but couldn’t they have let her bitch flag fly? At least the ball-breakers of yore had style and snap, as The Guardian‘s Julie Burchillputs it:

“These days, bitching is low-fat, decaffeinated and kick-free. Worse than that, it is, above all, phony. Though the great bitches of Hollywood were dressed to kill and magnificently shallow, there was something incredibly honest about them – whether they were real, like Bette Davis, or imaginary, like her character Margo Channing in ‘All About Eve.’ In the old days, a bitch came on with all guns blazing, talons sharpened and a neon sign a mile wide above her head: No loyalty expected or given. She may have been a gold-digger, a back-stabber or a ball-breaker – but she was never a hypocrite. She got a tremendous kick from being a bitch and didn’t care who knew it. These days, though, women who might once have stood a chance of making decent bitches are whines, nags, snobs and scolds instead.”