The Hangover, Part III: Funny, but not quite loveable

The Wolf Pack trilogy ends right where it began

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 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. 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.

Now the snobs have seized the cultural momentum. With The Hangover Part III, director Todd Phillips continues to occupy an apt 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 binge. Alan has quit taking meds, causing him to behave like an enormous bastard. The "Apple Dumpling Gang" — sorry, "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 the "Special People's Club" — sorry, "Wolf Pack" — 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, some dead dogs, 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. The "Best Friends Gang" — sorry, "Wolf Pack" — plunges into life-and-death situations involving gangsters and duffel bags full of bullion, but like sitcom characters, emerge unchanged. The anxious Stu (Ed Helms), who lost a tooth and awoke with a facial tattoo in the previous films, here goes unmaimed. 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. While sparing Stu from scarring injuries and relationships avoids repeating the jokes of the earlier Hangovers, it robs this film of the single character who ever had a chance of growing.

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. Phillips is zero percent interested in exploring the narcissism of his characters, as long as they arrive back exactly at the point of departure. So he killed a giraffe. Who gives a fuck?

 
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