After placing my carry on bag in the overhead compartment I sank into the luxurious econ chair and clicked my seatbelt into place. My fellow traveler, Ambien, was jumping up and down in my purse beckoning me with promises of slumber and sweet dreams.
I heartily endorse the original Hangover. Now we've got Part III. And yes, I recognize that the Roman numeral is meant as a joke -- but I have to point out that it's about as funny as many of the gags in this uneven and busy film.