I really shouldn’t like The Hangover series. I usually abhor laddish comedy films. There’s Something About Mary had me rolling my eyes and tutting throughout. Not so, with The Hangover, call it a guilty pleasure if you will, but I bloody love it!
So far, so franchise. How did part three measure up to its earlier counterparts?
As the film opens you’re made aware that the lads are older and (seemingly) wiser. Their trouble-causing days are behind them…or are they? When Alan’s mother becomes alarmed by his erratic and brattish behaviour she calls for an intervention and for him to be sent to a centre for treatment. Who better to take him there than his trusty pals Phil, Stu and Doug? What could possibly go wrong? Enter Mr Chow, newly escaped from prison and on a mission to reap revenge on his rival. Yep, this is the part where we jump aboard the formulaic roller coaster and enjoy the familiar scenes of bad taste, unbelievable run-ins, near death experiences and brotherly love.
Yes, OK, so it’s somewhat predictable, but in a way that’s what makes it good. It’s like that familiar sweatshirt. The one you sling on to watch these kinds of film – comforting, familiar, trustworthy and guaranteed to make you feel good. There’s also the fact that it’s a no-brainer kind of film, with no complex plot lines, you can just switch your brain off and groan and giggle along with the exploits of the ill-fated four. Basically if you liked parts one and two you’ll enjoy this. It’s not rocket science, but it doesn’t need to be.
If the schmaltzy flashback scenes at the end of part three are anything to go by, The Hangover is indeed a trilogy. However, it wouldn’t surprise me if the lads are dusted off and presented to us in a different guise in the near future.
Fabulous rating: 4/5