The first wildly successful film, “The Hangover,” ($495.5 million worldwide) has a clever premise, in that after a party-starting toast with groom Doug (Justin Bartha) before a night in Las Vegas, we cut to the three principal leads (Phil, Stu and Alan) waking up the morning after with not the faintest recollection of the prior debauchery.
They have more than a few signs that something went really, really wrong: Dentist Stu (Ed Helms) is without a front tooth, Phil (Bradley Cooper) has a hospital ID bracelet on his arm; a baby is in a closet; a tiger is in the bathroom, found mid-pee by Alan (Zach Galifianakis); and the groom is missing. The rest of the film is a search to find Doug and to figure out what the hell happened.
“Part II” is a paint-by-numbers replay of the first film, with the raunch factor turned way up. The baby is now a cigarette-smoking monkey. Stu (the groom here) has a tribal cult tattoo around one eye. The whores may or may not be women. The swishy gangster, Mr. Chow (Ken Jeong), prominent in “Hangover I,” is a corpse to be disposed of. Also, the venue is switched from Vegas to Bangkok (a downer, unless you like cockroaches, disease and dirt).
Though still surprising in places, “Part II” is so unfunny and depressing, that it could be used as a “Scared Straight”-type film to keep young men away from wild bachelor parties, or parties in general.
Don’t experience “The Hangover Part II” and avoid a headache.