It all started with a bachelor party in Las Vegas four years ago. Then began the spiraling chain of events that led The Hangover to be one of the most popular and riotous comedies of 2009. Though The Hangover Part III misses the spark that made its predecessors so uniquely funny, (possibly because there’s no actual “hangover” in this sequel) it wraps up the trilogy and puts to rest the craziness of the first two movies.
Part III kicks off with Alan (Zach Galifianakis), our eccentric “fat Jesus”. After the death of Alan’s father, his friends and family decide for an intervention to help get the 42-year old out of his parents’ home. Stu, Phil, and Doug drive Alan to a rehab center in Arizona, and you can only imagine what takes place as soon as they reunite.
Soon the wolf pack is back as gangster Marshall kidnaps Doug (Justin Bartha) and threatens to kill him, lest they return the $21 million that Asian drug lord Leslie Chow (Ken Jeong) has stolen from him. Though I fail to understand why a such a big shot gangster would need the help of a dentist, schoolteacher, and the bearded wonder, I have to admit what follows is engaging in a very bizarre way. As always, they insist on excluding Doug from most of the movie, since he serves better as our damsel in distress than as an actual character.
As the men work to track down Chow, they end up in Tijuana, Mexico. In search of a lead on the oriental crook, they run into Stu’s stripper ex-wife and her baby, “Carlos”, as well as Cassie (Melissa McCarthy), a clerk at a pawn shop and a match made in heaven for Alan. Mostly we reminisce of the Vegas days along with the men as they visit Caesar’s Palace and other familiar locales, cringing at the thought of Bengal tigers and face tattoos.
By the end, Alan decides to prevent any further contact with Chow, whom he finally realizes is a bad influence. He makes a date with Pawn Shop Cassie, and six months later they’re married. The last eight minutes perhaps make up for the incompetence of the entire movie, though I wouldn’t recommend staying until after the credits if you’ve snuck in to see this movie.
Hangover fans will probably all tell you the same thing: it just wasn’t the same. This sequel is majorly flawed in that Galifianakis and Jeong take up most of the running time. As a result, Phil and Stu are overshadowed, and the movie misses the quirky one-liners and snarky comments from the two characters. This Hangover is 100 minutes too long, desperately funny, and lacking life and spontaneity. Producers were so focused on making a sequel that they forgot about the time and effort it takes to make a great movie. To the relief of many, what happened in Vegas will stay in Vegas, and this is the last we’ll ever see of the wolf pack. Score: 6.5/10
Nataly Capote / Chief Copy Editor