It’s not unusual for films to mine laughs from emotionally darker territory, but it’s a brave comedy that deliberately tries to avoid making its audience laugh at all. The Hangover Part III delivers about as many gags as The Turin Horse. One can only wonder how a film that felt like a breath of fresh air in 2009 managed to spawn two clunking sequels so utterly bereft of fun, despite Todd Phillips directing all three. It’s testament to the skills of the principal cast that it is at least endurable – depending on your tolerance of Mr Chow (Ken Jeong) – but even they seem to be struggling with a plot that smacks of desperation and a script with so little in the way of anything approaching comedy.
Let the records show that there was only ever one Hangover film.