The Wackness Review, by Duane Byrge of The Hollywood Reporter.

PARK CITY -- Sunday mornings don't usually go down with standing ovations, but "The Wackness" inspired a packed Sundance house to forget their Saturday-night pains and stand up and cheer.

A rollicking performance by Ben Kingsley as a pothead psychiatrist would steal the show in lesser films, but "The Wackness' is not overpowered: It rips in all aspects, compliments of talented writer-director Jonathan Levin.

Generically, it's a rite-of-summer-passage yarn, but "The Wackness" bursts the form. It's hard to envision "The Wackness" not winning the Audience Award.

In this 1994-set piece, recent high-school grad Luke (Josh Peck) sells weed and yearns to get laid. He trades grass for therapy from a drug-fuddled shrink (Kingsley) who exhorts him to sew his wild oats, albeit in a more colorful language.

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