Peter Jackson has The Lord of the Rings. Todd Phillips has The Hangover (by which I mean the film franchise – I’m not implying he’s a raging alcoholic.) However, all good film series’ must come to an end - except for The Lord of the Rings – Jackson will still be making those from his OAP home.
The Wolfpack has taken us to Las Vegas. They’ve taken us to Thailand. Now they’re taking us to… Oh. Las Vegas again. I certainly wouldn’t judge you for thinking they’ve used stock footage from the first film and whacked a ‘3’ on the end of the title, but it’s far from that. The latest in the trilogy is by no means a clone; merging epic-action with indie-esque subtlety in The Hangover: Part III which is released at cinemas nationwide from today.

Everyone’s man-crush Bradley Cooper (and if he isn’t your man-crush, you’re lying to yourself) stars alongside Ed Helms, Zach Galif… Galof… Zach, and Justin Bartha who is in the film for roughly six and a half minutes. That’s no surprise to the series though.
It’s been two years since the events of The Hangover: Part II and while we’re still trying to erase certain scenes from our mind, the Wolfpack have finally recovered – even Stu’s tattoo has been lasered off. Disaster-magnet and general nutter, Leslie Chow (Ken Jeong) has been banged up in a Thai prison (and by ‘banged up’ we never know if that may be a double entendre.) Everything seems to be going peachy for everyone… Except for Alan who ditches his meds, still searching for a sense of purpose. The gang take him for treatment but on the way the quartet are accosted by a group of criminals lead by Argo’s John Goodman, who demands they bring double-crossing Chow to him and keeps Doug as collateral. Yeah, I wouldn’t be bothered either.
You may presume the film will be your usual gross-out fest (and believe me, it is – just wait for the end credits) but the hairy trio spend quite a lot of time sober. Wait! Don’t walk out on me just yet! The film is very dark, but charming at the same time. Like Russell Brand. It is, without a shadow of a doubt hilarious, courtesy of Ken Jeong’s Chow. But you could have guessed that straight away.
The Wolfpack almost says goodbye with class. Almost.
















We popped down to our store in Westfield Stratford to chat to our store staff about all things Blue Inc, fashion and things to do around the Stratford area.