Another week, another early release, another poor sequel.
The Hangover Part II
The second part of most people’s hangovers, once the headache and nausea are gone, usually involve trying not to fall asleep on the sofa while finding it too much effort to change the channel from the National Lottery. Arguably, that would be a better use of time than seeing the follow-up to The Hangover. Where the first one had a stag night that ended up in Las Vegas and missing the groom, this has a pre-wedding brunch that ends up in Bangkok and missing the bride’s teenage brother. Ho hum. Cue monkey antics and casual racism.