What sounds like an entertaining, if uninspired, proposition (An Irish version of The Hangover), turns out to be nothing short of an utter shambles of a film, with some of the most contrived dialogue I've ever heard and a closing monologue which was so patronising and shoe-horned in it had us literally screaming at the TV. The film's tagline, "Mistakes Were Made", turned out to be something of an understatement.
I tried with all the will in the world to love this film, but there's just no ignoring that these films never should have been a trilogy. The actual plot is so marginal it beggar's belief and it definitively jumped the shark with its elven Super Mario Bros moment.
You know, I think Peter Jackson might have just gotten a bit carried away with it all...