I seem to be different to
everyone else. Not just different like we’re all different but different,
different. I don’t think that Peter Kay saying the words ‘garlic’ and ‘bread’
in close proximity is remotely funny yet he has sold more than ten million DVDs
in the UK.
The phrase ‘Am I bovered’ no matter how cockney’ed up also fails to draw a
smile. When The Hangover was released
in 2009 I didn’t see it in the cinema but months later I gave into the pressure
of everyone telling me it was the best comedy since sliced film and I watched
it at home with my girlfriend. I thought it was dreadful. About a year later we
ventured to the cinema to see Part II
with a large audience. This time it was even worse. I thought it was offensive
and not at all funny but was surrounded on all sides by people having the time
of their lives. It was with great trepidation then, and immediate regret, that
I took a few hours on my day off to see The
Hangover Part III and d’you know what? I think it’s the best of the series.
I use the phrase ‘best’ in the
same way as one might describe Albert Speer as the best Nazi. Sure he was a
Nazi but didn’t he design some lovely buildings? What I’m getting at is that The Hangover Part III is the best of a
bad bunch. Once again I might find myself in the minority here and I’m sure the
cinemas will be packed for weeks with guffawing humans, rocking back and forth
in their seats and looking at each other with mutual recognition that they are
part of a group. The third (and hopefully final) instalment of The Hangover series is neither as
offensive nor as formulaic as the second film and about as funny as the first.
I laughed once and smiled about four or five times.
