One Paragraph Movie Review: The Hangover

Two hundred and twelfth film: The Hangover, which I watched hungover, which is — as you’ll know if you’ve ever watched The Hangover, no impediment to understanding its nuance. Funny (not counting one instance of homophobic language), enjoyable (not counting three instances of sudden vomits), and with an over-arching feeling of having been wiped with a cloth that was just used to clean a urinal with cigarette butts in it, this is not intellectually challenging. Three blokes lose and look for their groom-to-be best mate on a stag do in Vegas, plus stereotypes, butt-cracks and a tiger, the end. It’s dumb, but there are worse ways to spend an hour and a half. Three and three-quarter graphic closing credit photo montages out of five.