UK Release Date: 24th May 2013
Runtime: 100 minutes
Director: Todd Phillips
Writer: Todd Phillips, Craig Mazin
Starring: Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis, Ed Helms, Ken Jeong, John Goodman
Synopsis: The Wolfpack must track down Mr Chow in order to save their friend from a murderous drug dealer.
No-one actually wanted a sequel to The Hangover. It was a fun, slightly surreal comedy that surprised virtually everyone. Unfortunately, four years on, The Wolfpack are still here – and they’re desperately unfunny.
Alan (Zach Galifianakis) is off his medication and the guys (Ed Helms, Bradley Cooper, Justin Bartha) are staging an intervention. When Doug is kidnapped by a drug dealer (John Goodman), they must track down Mr Chow (Ken Jeong) and a load of stolen gold.
It’s terrible. But anyone who experienced the true horror of the second film knew that was pretty likely already. It isn’t quite as bad as that, but it’s pretty close.
Wisely, the film ditches the formula of the other movies. Unwisely, Todd Phillips has decided to ditch comedy entirely and therefore The Hangover Part III resembles a misguided heist movie with a few jokes, rather than an outright comedy sequel. It’s an interesting decision that deserves some credit. The only problem is that the characters are stylised comic caricatures and thus, the attempt at a dark thriller vibe comes off as a little too ridiculous. There isn’t even a hangover.
Considering the career explosions that the main cast have experienced since the first film, it’s baffling that a script as shoddy as The Hangover Part III even registered on their radar. All involved deliver generic, uninspired performances as their characters continue their trajectory towards becoming properly detestable. Bradley Cooper, fresh from his Silver Linings Playbook Oscar nom and a stunning turn in The Place Beyond the Pines, seems as if he’d rather be almost anywhere else.
As with the second film, The Hangover Part III isn’t shy of casual sexism and racism. The unpleasant homophobia is less blatant, but there are still huge problems here. Perhaps the worst thing is the assumption that as soon as two slightly overweight characters meet, they are instantly obligated to fall in love… because they’re both overweight. Obviously.
Nothing makes sense in this film. There are too many plot contrivances to mention, set pieces that seem exceedingly out of place in a comedy movie and a ludicrous streak a mile wide. The money was going to be made regardless of quality, so it seems the film makers just didn’t bother to try.
The only real saving grace amidst this travesty is that it’s the last one. Never again will Ken Jeong’s penis and Ed Helms with breasts be considered the biggest comedy release of the year. Now that’s something worth a celebratory drink.
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