Cert: 15 Runtime: 100 mins Director: Todd Phillips Cast: Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, Zach Galifianakis, Ken Jeong, Justin Bartha, Heather Graham and John Goodman
You want Chow spirit hang over you when you make fuck on your wife?
Sooooooooooooooo the end of a trilogy, not exactly the Dark Knight trilogy but still. Hangover Part III is the end of an era for Todd Phillips, but one successful film and an okish sequel meant we would see a third. The story focuses around Alan (Zack Galifianakis) who’s been off his meds for several months and keeps getting into lots of trouble. His father, Sid (Jeffrey Tambor), dies as a result of the stress from Alan’s actions. Alan’s buddies Phil (Bradley Cooper), Stu (Ed Helms) and Doug (Justin Bartha) decide to take him to get the treatment he needs for his mental issues when they’re attacked by a gangster named Marshall (John Goodman). Marshall wants revenge on the drug dealer, Mr. Chow (Ken Jeong), who recently escaped from prison. He kidnaps Doug and threatens to kill him unless the other three friends bring Mr. Chow to him. Sid, Stu and Doug come up with a plan to drug Chow and take him to Marshall but things go horribly wrong.The main difference between the two previous Hangover films and this third instalment is that this one takes an approach more in line with an action film than a comedy. I see something more reminiscent to a Bad Boys III rather than the final instalment to a long-running comedy trilogy. Actions scenes evoke the quickest and most irrevocable kind of monotony and with a series that is already beginning to feel like it has been carried out way past its prime, this only cements it.And if that doesn’t turn you off, the belittling mental illness subplot and the animal cruelty will likely do the trick. With Alan being off his medication, the character is given the most screen time in the film.
Not to mention, Chow is given much more as well, and if we learn anything, it’s that these two characters were better in small doses. Alan’s dim-witted comedy and Chow’s drug-related witticisms were at one time fun and fresh, but now, stale and flavorless. Furthermore, this is by far one of the most aggressive Hangover pictures in terms of what it portrays as comedy. It must be something of record that a one-hundred minute mainstream movies features the decapitation of a giraffe, the smothering of a rooster, and the poisoning of two dogs in an attempt to create humour. It’s a sick, deplorable tactic that Phillips, who has shown his talent for giving characters something fun to talk about, uses in order to drum up either controversy or laughs or both.Had the original Hangover stood on its own, not possessing sequels of lesser quality leaching off its name, it could’ve very well become a classic in the next several years. Not only that, it could’ve been seen as a studio marvel, one that didn’t need to “push the envelope” with sequels and redundant attempts to break taboos. Alas, it is too late and it’s a shame the untold millions the previous sequel grossed and the final instalment will inevitably gross are put to two lesser films. I end with the the encompassing hope that the taglines for this film prove prophetic.