When people think of the Three Stooges — the poked eyeballs, smashed noggins, and yanked nostrils; the boink! plonk! and clang! sound effects; the snarling martinet sadism of Moe or the castrato dementia of that giant whirligig baby Curly — they tend to have one of two reactions. Either they view the Stooges with eye-rolling contempt, dismissing them as talentless and unfunny nincompoops. Or they go right back to the afternoon-TV nostalgia of their childhoods, recalling the Stooges as stupidly irresistible clowns, the most daffy and inviting of pain freaks —ones who could make you laugh helplessly.