Myth has it that a true hangover isn’t exactly best friends with memories. The movie encapsulates this rather well- you wouldn’t recall too much about what was going on in the theatre, but you sure remember well enough to know that it was a joy ride while lasted.
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Waking up with a baby, a tiger, and a bad headache as an aftermath of a really wild Bachelor’s party, the group traces the steps of the previous night to find the missing groom of a wedding ceremony due in a few hours. It is easy to dismiss The Hangover as flicks like Dude, Where’s My Car and Superbad, movies that thrives on crude, unashamedly in-your-face humour. But what is different about the humour is that it’s done almost tastefully, with much of its references unlost on local audiences.
The Hangover wouldn’t surprise you one bit, and that’s probably the best compliment for it. You wouldn’t get much out of the predictable plot and charming cast that induces laughter so effortlessly, nor would you remember much of it. Not that it matters. [4.0]
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