|Starring||Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, Zach Galifianakis, Justin Bartha, Jamie Chung, Jeffrey Tambor, Ken Jeong|
|Release||26 MAY (US) 26 MAY (UK) Certificate 15|
At first, that over-familiarity is played for laughs. It's happening again - that's the joke, and we're in on it. But then as the story continues down the exact same path and hits the exact same plot beats as the first, you realise that it's not actually being played for laughs any more. It's not just the same concept as the first movie – it's the same movie.
There's the opening bombshell, the rewind, the awkward scene with Alan; the fast-forward, the groggy morning after, the hunt for the missing member; the red herring, the kidnapping, the bait and switch. Ed Helms even has a mini-musical interlude – in the original, it felt like a sweet little aside, but here it's yet another box ticked marked 'THIS WORKED, DO THIS AGAIN'. By the time Mike Tyson turns up for his dreadful cameo, all of the movie's goodwill is burned through like paraffin.
The Hangover: Part II abides by the unspoken rule of the sequel: everything has to be bigger, crazier and louder than before. This works to a point (hearing the extremely graphic description of an encounter with a ladyboy is cringeworthy yet hilarious) and Bangkok is the perfect location for such a set-up, but the incessant need to one-up the original in terms of shock value grates quite quickly. A group of pilled-up American bachelors being assholes in Vegas works just fine, but taking the same obnoxious jerks and dropping them slap-bang in the middle of another culture renders queasy results.
Everything is just so unnecessarily aggressive. Bradley Cooper's Phil graduates from a chest-thumping alpha male in the original to a borderline sociopath; Zach Galfianakis' wildcard Alan is still "literally too stupid to insult" but goes from being a well-meaning idiot to a unforgivably idiotic buffoon. Only Ed Helms' Stu has any sort of meaningful character arc, and it's not a particularly well-sketched one – nothing in The Hangover: Part II feels like it's progressed past the first draft.
It's clear also that Todd Phillips has a real disdain for women – or perhaps it's just total and utter indifference on his part. Jamie Chung as Stu's wife has nothing to do except wait out the storm with a concerned look on her face and hug her fiancée upon his return, despite the fact he's sporting a facial tattoo on their wedding day. No shit-fits? No screaming? No sign of independence at all? Maybe that's just Todd Phillips' comment on the passive nature of all Asian chicks, right? Something like that.
There are a few good lines in among all the winks and nudges ("I wish monkeys could Skype"), but they're only heard when the background din is at a minimum – frankly a little more downtime is needed. If The Hangover: Part II makes lots of money – and let's face it, it will – then The Hangover: Part III has to be considered a terrifyingly real possibility, but this franchise has gone as far as it can for now. Maybe an early night wouldn't be such a bad thing for once.
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