I loved the first Hangover, Zach Galifianakis had been my favorite comedian for the couple years building up to it and it was great to see him finally make it big, and he was just on fire the whole movie. This suffers from every horrible sequel cliche there is. It's soulless crap only slightly saved by Galifianakis who is never not clever & original, but you could tell even he was having trouble finding inspiration.
Fails utterly as a comedy. But, as a spiritual successor to Cassavetes' Husbands, it semi-succeeds.There's the alcohol. The male kinship. There's the specter of death. There's the claustrophobic closeness to a macho trio as they transgress social boundaries in a desperate grasp at freedom. All of this is completely undercut by the ending, of course.
Die Story ist absolut unglaubwürdig von Anfang bis Ende. Gags nur auf Tabu Brüche aus zu legen war nicht die beste Entscheidung für den Film. Schwule, Transvestiten, Kinder-Sex, -Drogen, Tier-Sex, -Drogen etc. Witze werden einfach zu Lachhackfleisch verwurstet und abgepackt in die Kühltruhe beim Discounter geworfen und wird somit zu Gammellachfleisch.
Fun to watch, however, what made the original Hangover so good was the surprise element throughout and the wackiness of Galifianakis. Neither of these elements are fresh in this sequel and as a result the makers felt they needed to push the bar to new extremes, but perhaps pushed it a couple of clicks more than I would have liked them to.