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The Hangover Part III is funny but unlovable

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The unlikeliest of all the Hangover trilogy's comic implausibilities might be its four pampered, rich-boy leads unironically calling themselves the "Wolf Pack" without anybody ever making fun of them.

In the slobs-versus-snobs comedies of the 1970s and '80s, the snooty rich kids were always the antagonists, bullying the nerds and cheating at cross-camp field days. They were shitty human beings who probably grew up to be like Ellis from Die Hard or EPA agent Walter Peck from Ghostbusters. We identified with the slobs because Americans like underdogs, and also because the slobs were so often played by Bill Murray. But the snobs could be hilarious, too — see, for example, every single line spoken by Ted Knight as Judge Smails in Caddyshack.

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Zach Galifianakis, Ed Helms, Justin Bartha and Bradley Cooper reunite in The Hangover Part III.
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Zach Galifianakis, Ed Helms, Justin Bartha and Bradley Cooper reunite in The Hangover Part III.

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Directed by Todd Phillips. Written by Craig Mazin. Starring Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, Zach Galifianakis, Ken Jeong, Heather Graham, Jeffrey Tambor, Justin Bartha and John Goodman.

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Now the snobs have seized the cultural momentum and basically won the American economy. With The Hangover Part III, director Todd Phillips continues to occupy an apt (and very lucrative) niche, casting rich, entitled fraternity dicks as underdog heroes beset by shrewish women, foreigners with funny accents, and even animals.

"So he killed a giraffe — who gives a fuck?" says Bradley Cooper, in what amounts to a candid articulation of the trilogy's worldview. Cooper's Phil is defending the sub-neurotypical Alan (Zach Galifianakis), who has, indeed, beheaded an adorable giraffe.

Unlike its predecessors, The Hangover Part III doesn't open with the aftermath of a substance binge. Alan has quit taking unspecified meds, causing him to behave like an enormous bastard. Following the death of his wealthy father and a family intervention, the Wolf Pack agrees to accompany him on a cross-country road trip to a vaguely described inpatient psych facility.

They're intercepted by the first film's crime boss, Black Doug (Mike Epps), and his boss, Marshall (John Goodman), who force them to undertake a quest for Leslie Chow (Dr. Ken Jeong), who has stolen $21 million in gold bars.

The ensuing crime plot involves an elaborate housebreaking, Mexican jail, dead dogs, dead chickens, base-jumping over Las Vegas, and a lot of punching down at lower-status characters. It's a violent film, and the leads, though amiably antisocial, aren't murderers. The psychopathic Chow becomes a kind of storytelling force majeure, descending from the sky to kill inconvenient antagonists so Cooper, Galifianakis, and Helms won't get non-giraffe blood on their hands.

The momentum of the Hangover films lies in forcibly upending the status quo, sending the pieces flying, and then restoring it exactly. It's the definition of a reactionary worldview that Judge Smails would approve of. Sure, Alan meets a girl (the awesome Melissa McCarthy, who has a cumulative four minutes of screen time), but they only connect because they have exactly the same personality, reflecting and affirming their mutual callowness.

The anxious Stu (Ed Helms), who lost a tooth and awoke with a facial tattoo in the previous films, here goes un-maimed. Stu's redemptive moment in the first film was standing up to his cartoonishly mean-spirited girlfriend; now he struggles with the professional insecurity that doctors are more admired than dentists, a conflict that is not riveting.

In his standup work, Galifianakis is less ingenuous than Alan, but both the comedian and the character obliviously violate social norms. He's never funnier than when he's bluntly asserting absurdities as obvious facts. In all three films, Alan is both the story's means of status-quo upheaval and the ultimate source of its restoration. His naïveté continually thwarts the group's strategies and activates new plot threads, and at least the cluelessness of his cruelty to other people is intentionally grounded in the character's privileged and overprotected background.

What Warner Bros. marketing is now calling the "Wolf Pack Trilogy" is funny but unlovable, asking the audience not just to laugh at all this meanness, but actively to identify with it. At its best, antisocial comedy is society-affirming, because it capitalizes on a shared sense of social norms and the outrageousness of violating them. It wouldn't be possible to laugh at Judge Smails if you didn't sense his solipsism and selfishness. You're being asked to laugh at him, not with him. By contrast, the Hangover franchise positions spoiled douchebags as admirable and cool, visually aggrandized with slow-motion hero walks like the Gemini astronauts in The Right Stuff.

 
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Josh Bradley
Josh Bradley

I'm not part of this world. Haven't seen any of 'em and have no urge to :P

 

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