Is everyone over that silly prostitute thing yet? If not, Nine Months will make all of that lewd conduct business a distant memory.

Hugh Grant plays Samuel, a successful child psychotherapist whose life seems perfect: his girlfriend of five years is beautiful, he tools around in a red Porsche convertible and his apartment is to-die-for. Then girlfriend Rebecca drops the bomb: “I’m pregnant.”

These two words send Samuel into a whirling torment of anxiety, fear and selfishness, all of which is compounded by two new acquaintances, played by Joan Cusack and Tom Arnold. These two have three obnoxious girls, whose antics are enough to make even the staunchest kid-lover get her tubes tied.

The action sort of drags for a little while, during which time Grant discusses the situation with his artist friend (Jeff Goldblum, sporting a way-cool hoop earring) and newfound buddy-in-parenthood Arnold, whose wife is also expecting.

One of the female- and male-bonding scenes stands out as truly fabulous comedy. Strolling through a toy store, the women talk about their upcoming fears, while the men stock up on footballs and baseball bats. A man dressed up in an Arnie the Dragon costume starts calling Arnold and Grant names, and a fight ensues, the likes of which have never graced the silver screen. But all of those Barney-haters will get their jollies after seeing two grown men wallop his look-alike.

Another extraordinary sequence is in the delivery room. Robin Williams, who plays the bumbling neophyte obstetrician, apparently ad-libbed a major portion of this scene, and the result is Williams at his jolly, outrageous best.

Tom Arnold is also a pleasant surprise; he’s not the annoying person audiences have come to expect. He’s the perfect dad and probably a really fun drinking buddy.

Varsity Theatre @ 7:00 & 9:30