No more beating around the Year One bush. It opens Friday and it’s time to deal with it. Harold Ramis‘s animal-skins comedy preems tonight in Manhattan; the local all-media showing is on Wednesday. I was told by a semi-trusted source a while back that it’s “staggering.” That could be an okay thing if that’s the case. You’re supposed to feel a bit giddy and off-balance after seeing a comedy.

The curious thing about the trailer is how Jack Black and Michael Cera seem to start out as cavemen and then time-travel a few thousand years into a kind of Romanesque Fellini Satyricon realm. How does that work, I wonder?