"Anger Management" is so almost-but-not-quite funny that it feels like one colossal gyp. A truly bad comedy can make you enraged at having wasted the price of a ticket, not to mention your time -- you may not be happy, but at least you know you're alive. But "Anger Management" doesn't allow you even that much catharsis. The jokes surge past in wobbly, wavy rhythms, like oblique meteors; sometimes they graze you, but they never quite hit. You keep asking yourself, "I could be laughing at this. So why aren't I?" And the more you question your responses, the less energy you have left to simply laugh.