Bitchslap Da Wolfpack

Forget Occupy Wall Street. Someone needs to occupy Hollywood for the mirth-free psychological pain and misery brought upon me by The Hangover Part II. Someone in Tinseltown, and I'm looking at you greedy Warner Bros executives, thought it might be a good idea to make a sequel to one of the most average comedies in years. Yes The Hangover was very successful, but it terms of quality, it barely got by.

With the sequel, a straight forward remake of the first film (now set in the more exotic and expensive looking Thailand), "barely got by" would have been more than acceptable compared with the insulting piece of unholy shit they actually came up with. There's not one fucking funny thing in it's entire fucking withered body; the script is pretty non-existent, the direction utterly unsuited to the comedy genre and the cast are the biggest joke of this entire fucking endeavour. There are some spiteful, mean-spirited cunts in Hollywood who think that pranking audiences by casting Bradley Fucking Cooper as a leading man, Ed Twatting Helms as the hapless guy, Ken 'that crazy, squeaky asian shit is getting real tired' Leong and Zack 'three month old rotting hamster corpses are more hilarious' Galifinakis as the goofy, funny man in a comedy is pretty damn funny. It is, of course, not fucking funny in the slightest. Oh and what the fuck is going on with the Mike Tyson cameo? In the first movie, Tyson's appearance raised a smile. Here, the film makers actually undermine the integrity of an athlete who was once mentioned in the same breath as Marciano, Sugar Ray and Ali.

I fucking hate The Hangover Part II. I was irked by the original, but only because I didn't find it as amusing as it's success suggested (there are a handful of tittersome moments after all), but Part II crosses the line into humour-free inanity to the point where I want to commit homicide, suicide, genocide and any other 'ide' I can think of. Fuck the makers and the cast of The Hangover Part II. Fuck them all to hell. May their genitalia wither and decompose and may their brains spontaneously combust with all the fucking apocalyptic force of a hundred Hiroshimas.

Apart from Jamie Cheung. She's nice.