When director Todd Phillips unleashed The Hangover, he really let the dogs out in one of the funniest
movies of the last five years. The
sequel wasn’t an entire dud, keeping enough of what worked while choosing to
recycle most of the plot of the first movie without much vigor. For Part
III, we’re promised an end to the trilogy, an end that’s more Godfather III than Dark Knight Rises.
There’s no wedding, no bachelor party, not even a
morning-after hangover – just an intervention for man-child Alan (Zach
Galifianakis) after an unfortunate incident involving a giraffe. En route to rehab, Phil (Bradley Cooper), Stu
(Ed Helms), and Alan are abducted by mad mafioso Marshall (John Goodman), who’s
got a beef with Leslie Chow (Ken Jeong).
Tasked with finding Chow, the Wolfpack goes on the hunt.
The Hangover Part III
is not a terrible movie by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s far from
the resounding success of the first film.
Mercifully, Phillips doesn’t retread over the what-just-happened plot of
the first two, and it’s to his credit that he attempts something new. But in his verve for a creative closer, he
left a handful of laughs somewhere along the trail, and Part III just isn’t as funny as its predecessors. There are a few great moments, mostly due to some
stellar line readings, and a moment or two of physical comedy, but overall Part III doesn’t hit the high bar on
humor. It’s not that it’s subtler; it’s
just more restrained and perhaps even a bit more contemplative as the franchise
winds down.
The good news is that everyone still turns in consistently
good work. Galifianakis, the undisputed
breakout star of the first film, is suitably kooky and not suited for the real
world, an awkward bundle of issues that should have been worked out in
kindergarten. Cooper and Helms are still
able straight men, though Helms gets more to do with his deft dry heaves, hilarious
as ever. And newcomers Goodman and
Melissa McCarthy (as a pawn shop proprietor and amour pour Alan) fit in perfectly, exuberantly over the top with
their collaborators; it’s a shame that they’re practically cameos, since their
reliably solid work comprises much of the real treats the film has to offer.
Then we get to the bad news.
Aside from missing the consistent roaring-in-the-aisles laughter of the first
film, The Hangover Part III makes the
unpardonable mistake of giving us way too damn much Leslie Chow. I don’t know who decided Ken Jeong has ever
been funny, but I wasn’t invited to that meeting and indeed would have voted
against it. Chow was unquestionably the
worst bit about the first Hangover,
but there his presence was minimized; his expanded role in Part II was one of that film’s worst excesses. Here, it’s worse; it’s everywhere. It’s uninspired, hammy, amateurishly
caricatured, and a little bit offensive – but the worst problem about Mr. Chow
is that he’s just not funny. And
in a comedy movie, that’s a deadly sin.
But if Part III is
like The Godfather Part III, Chow is
unquestionably the Sofia Coppola of the flick.
But like Godfather III, Hangover III is as good a note as any to
end the trilogy – not overstaying its welcome, conscious of its own finality,
and without the need to suggest further installments. The
Hangover franchise has, I believe, fully run its course, and it’s better to
end on a passable note than by overstaying its welcome.
The Hangover Part III
is rated R for “pervasive language including sexual references, some violence
and drug content, and brief graphic nudity.”
The dialogue is pretty crude, unapologetically talking about orifices
and objects of entry; there are a few firearm casualties and several discussions
of drugging people. As for the nudity,
it’s prosthetic and restricted to the mid-credits scene (which maybe you don’t
want to miss).
Monday, May 27, 2013
The Hangover Part III
Labels:
2010s,
Bradley Cooper,
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Zach Galifianakis
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