EXITING the cinema with my intelligence abused and my sense of humour insulted by this second attempt to revive what in 2009 was a moderately amusing tale about four good buddies taking a mate to Las Vegas for a last fling before marriage, I heard a young man following me telling his mate that he thought the franchise had passed its use-by date with Hangover II.
This comment by a member of the film’s intended core audience comforted me because it helped me write an opinion that, if not totally derogatory nevertheless needs to tell you, dear readers, that frankly, it stinks.
The screenplay by director Todd Phillips, lacking credibility or wit, proposes that Mr Chow has escaped from a Thai jail and now wants his good buddy, the gormless Alan (Zack Galifianakis), to help him recover the other half of a shipment of gold that he hasn’t already stolen from crook Marshall (John Goodman).
Alan persuades his three buddies to help him. The film’s cliche tree is planted and well watered. Pity its fruit is so tasteless.
What were the good bits? Ken Jeong plays Chow with unrestrained excess. Galifianakis does comedy well, but the material here is unworthy. The film’s best moments are Alan’s wooing of pawn-shop owner Cassie (Melissa McCarthy).
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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