The Hangover feels like a franchise created by a studio rather than a storyteller. The original film was a huge sleeper hit, and Warner Bros. wanted to chase that high. We get sequels because audiences presumably want more, and the assumption was that we wanted to see more of Phil (Bradley Cooper), Stu (Ed Helms), and Alan (Zach Galifianakis), a.k.a. “The Wolfpack”. The Hangover Part II gave audiences more of the same to the point where it felt like a remake rather than a sequel. Once again, the filmmakers have responded not by really buckling down on a good story, but reacting to the response towards the previous movie. This time we would get an original story—a Hangover without the hangover. But The Hangover Part III is a case of being careful what you wish for, and even though sequels are supposed to provide more, Part III somehow gives us less. The chemistry between the Wolfpack is diminished, the pacing is lethargic, and the humor is sporadic. The only thing Part III gives us more of is Leslie Chow (Ken Jeong) in an attempt to personify the insanity of the previous plots, but who only serves to distract from what should be the franchise’s last hurrah.