Starring Kevin Hart and Josh Gad. Rated 14A. Now playing.

Many critics will harp on the fact that The Wedding Ringer is homophobic, or that it’s derivative of better bromantic comedies like Wedding Crashers and I Love You, Man, or that it’s sexist, what with Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting stuck playing a bridezilla.

All of these things are true, and truly annoying. And that doesn’t even get into how offensive the film is to people with disabilities, grandmothers, or basset hounds.

But what takes the triple-tiered cake here is how stupid every character is. Josh Gad plays a dweeby international accountant who has no friends to stand up with him when he marries hot chick Gretchen. Instead of calling some old ones and, y’know, trying to be friends with them again, Doug immediately asks each to be his best man. When they understandably say no, he hires a con artist (Kevin Hart) who pretends to be a loser’s best man for a living.

Doug would rather lie to his fiancée than make any effort to make friends. The movie tries to portray this lie as a noble act, in the service of Gretchen’s happiness on her big day. That’s where it really lost me. Movies about stupid people should know they’re stupid, not pretend they’re misguided. Ditto for Hart’s sexist pig (early on, he gets mad at a groom who pulls him away from a woman with great tits) being made over as a lonely workaholic.

If you can look past these massive structural flaws and just want to have a good time with two goofy bros, you’ll get approximately five genuine minutes of that, when Gad and Hart take to the dance floor. They let loose and are silly in all the right ways. And then it all returns to the film’s stupid, hateful, drawn-out plot. You can practically see them steeling themselves for it.