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*½/**** starring Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis, Ken Jeong, John Goodman screenplay by Todd Phillips & Craig Mazin directed by Todd Phillips
by Angelo Muredda When Project X spilled forth from its amniotic
septic tank last spring, I read it as a prime example of a
producer-driven form of auteurism pioneered by Judd Apatow. That found-footage
chronicle of a house party-turned-apocalypse, I suggested, was a monument to
producer Todd Phillips's equally noxious Hangover series, where the same Dionysian impulses and
deep-seated hatred of the different–whether female, trans, queer, or
disabled–were championed by a trio of middle-aged men. What a difference a
year makes. If Project
X was a brand
consolidator and The
Hangover Part II
was a morbidly curious recalibration of its predecessor, displacing Phillips's
demonic impulses and scarcely controlled misogynist rage from Bradley Cooper's
Phil to Ed Helms's Stu, Part
III is an actors'
contract negotiation sputtered to life. Since the previous instalment, Cooper has
become a respectable leading man and Oscar nominee and Helms has been savaged
for the degeneration of his irritating Andy Bernard character on "The
Office", while co-star Ken Jeong's fortunes have inexplicably risen.
Consequently, gone now are the days of Phil's "Paging Doctor Faggot,"
along with Stu's loveable dude-rage and the Wolfpack's infinite jokes about Mr.
Chow's shrunken Asian manhood. In their place is a surprisingly neutered, if
inarguably more ethical, product with very few laughs and no reason for being.
Much as he
presents as someone who couldn't care less about his movies' critical reception,
Phillips has clearly taken some of the slams against Part II to heart. After filching every
detail of the original film's structure for the first sequel, he's now more or
less abandoned the titular conceit, keeping the road-movie dynamics and sidelining of
Justin Bartha's useless Doug but ditching the retrospective detective narrative
and get-to-the-wedding finale for something more straightforward. This time,
the gang reassembles to intervene in the mental well-being of Alan (Zach
Galifianakis), off his meds and broken up about the recent death of his father
(Jeffrey Tambor). Having reluctantly agreed to drive Alan to a clinic, the
Wolfpack plus Doug gets held up by Marshall (John Goodman), a blustering coke
dealer who's had his life's savings in gold pinched by the recently jail-broken
Leslie Chow (Jeong). With Doug as his hostage–seriously, would anyone mind if he
disappeared for good this time?–Marshall sends the Wolfpack off to collect his
enemy, who unsurprisingly eventually flees to Las Vegas, the site of the gang's
inaugural hangover.
From Chow's
dank prison escape over the credits to the men's listless search for him at
Caesar's Palace, there's an oddly fatalistic air that hangs over each major set-piece,
which is only intensified by a repeated and unexplained violence against animals just barely played for laughs. The argument of the series has always been that
men find their latent spirit animals only when their basic survival instincts
kick in, but nobody seems to be having a revelatory or even a very good time
here–including Chow, whose queerness and radical sexuality have been safely
holstered this time out. (At the very least, this means fewer racist and
homophobic dick jokes, though one is still too many.) The most one can say in
defense of this mirthlessness is that the film settles into a mildly pleasant
melancholy in the last act, as Alan, always the purest character and lone
source of grace notes, finally gets to come of age.
As for Phillips, there's something to be said for his spatial
logic and compositional sense in the heist and chase sequences: the only
moments that really work. The Hangover movies have never looked as ugly as they've
sounded, and you have to give credit to series DP Lawrence Sher for his
widescreen vistas and contrastive palette; as flatly as Goodman's entrance is
written, there's clear visual intelligence in the way his height advantage over
the Wolfpack is erased by the dwarfing wind turbines of Tehachapi, California.
One leaves this dead franchise hoping Phillips refocuses his energies from
joyless comedy to action, becoming the coherent man's answer to Michael Bay.
So Hangover 3 is a response to criticism of the previous film, just like how Todd Solondz responded to his critics with Storytelling? And eventually faded out the “shock” moments from his films? Weird, Phillips doesn’t seem like someone who would care.
Rick DiJohn
May 23, 2013,
So Hangover 3 is a response to criticism of the previous film, just like how Todd Solondz responded to his critics with Storytelling? And eventually faded out the “shock” moments from his films? Weird, Phillips doesn’t seem like someone who would care.
Rick DiJohn
May 23, 2013,
So Hangover 3 is a response to criticism of the previous film, just like how Todd Solondz responded to his critics with Storytelling? And eventually faded out the “shock” moments from his films? Weird, Phillips doesn’t seem like someone who would care.
So Hangover 3 is a response to criticism of the previous film, just like how Todd Solondz responded to his critics with Storytelling? And eventually faded out the “shock” moments from his films? Weird, Phillips doesn’t seem like someone who would care.
So Hangover 3 is a response to criticism of the previous film, just like how Todd Solondz responded to his critics with Storytelling? And eventually faded out the “shock” moments from his films? Weird, Phillips doesn’t seem like someone who would care.
So Hangover 3 is a response to criticism of the previous film, just like how Todd Solondz responded to his critics with Storytelling? And eventually faded out the “shock” moments from his films? Weird, Phillips doesn’t seem like someone who would care.