Film review: THE Hangover: Part iii
If the first film was an all-night party you never want to forget, the second a disappointing dinner in your favourite restaurant, then this is a humourless pub-chain meal with the in-laws.
Sadly the Wolfpack go out with a whimper instead of a howl as this fails to even reach the heights of the sub-par sequel.
It’s definitely not an awful movie, but the ingenuity of the original film has long since faded, with only Zach Galifianakis’ Alan saving it from being a real damp squib.
He joins returning members Bradley Cooper and Ed Helms, but they get less screen time than Ken Jeong’s Mr Chow – who has been advanced from a bit-part in the first films to a headlining role. And too much Mr Chow isn’t necessarily a good thing.
At least the producers changed the drug-induced stag-do memory-loss scenario from the first two, by having John Goodman’s going-through-the-motions bad guy Marshall kidnap Doug (Justin Bartha) – forcing the pack to locate a heist of gold bars stolen from him by Mr Chow.
This leads to the threesome ending up in Las Vegas (again) via Tijuana in Mexico, as they fight against the clock to retrieve the loot before Marshall kills their unfortunate pal – who once again misses out on all the high-jinks.
And sadly he hasn’t missed much as they are few and far between in comedic terms – leaving us with a darker, less well-rounded (albeit still watchable) experience, that would be more suited to a DVD rental when you’re getting over your own hangover.
Sadly, the Wolfpack that had us howling with laughter in 2009 – bar a couple of laugh-out-loud moments – disappointingly ends the trilogy without any real bite.