The Hangover part III
Direction: Todd Phillips
Actors: Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis
Rating: * 1/2
We have been down this road before. The buddy-comedy /action-thriller formula has worn thin yet director/co-writer Todd Phillips persists in testing the viewer’s patience with this cash-in threequel.
The doltish characters are familiar as are the gross-out gags and the outcome of the makeshift plot. Even more outlandish than its smash-hit predecessors … Part III basically adheres to a more-of-the-same dumbed-down approach.
The most noticeable variation in this (supposed) final film in The Hangover series is that there are no nuptials, no booze-sodden bachelor parties or morning-after mayhem. The focus instead is on the scraggly-bearded neurotic (Galifianakas, manic as ever). Increasingly vulnerable after his father’s untimely death, the man-child must be transported by his pal trio (Cooper-EdHelms-Justin Bartha) to a rehabilitation facility in Arizona. That’s easier imagined than achieved. Along the way, the shenanigans of the self-proclaimed “wolf pack” involves them with an Asian hoodlum (Ken Jeong, insufferable), his bloodthirsty rival (John Goodman), not to mention the kidnapping of one of their buddies and a burglary at a hacienda in Tijuana.There were encounters with a tiger and a dopey monkey in the previous installments. This time around, there’s a newly-acquired pet giraffe. Throughout, the treatment meted out to animals is cruel. Talented supporting actresses — Heather Graham returning as the ditzy escort and Melissa McCarthy as an unlikely new romantic foil — are relegated to bimbo function. The sloppy script barely manages to elicit a snicker or two. There is a kinky twist during the end credits compelling us to stay glued to our seats till the house lights come on in the auditorium. Hangoveraholics are more than likely to be sufficiently entertained. Others may pull their brows low and feel relieved that the franchise has come to an end.