A highly engineered product. There isn’t a scene in it that won’t remind you of some other comedy, particularly “The Hangover.”

72 Hours hangs everyone out to dry, even on the beaches of Miami, where hedonism, bikinis and gangsters are the unavoidable appointments of exhausted storytelling.

Even when making Hart the butt of chopped-unc jokes, though, there’s plenty of ego preservation for the unabashed star-producer

There's zero need for there this to be so plotty ... it epitomizes the problem with modern comedies