Sequel can’t even make Vegas cool
How well did the 2012 sleeper hit Think Like a Man do? Well enough that the producers have splurged on rights to Frank Sinatra singing one of his signature songs over the opening credits of the sequel, Think Like a Man Too.
Director Tim Story can also afford to book Kevin Hart and his manic patter into the largest and most opulent suite in Las Vegas — the 929-square-metre villa at Caesars Palace.
Between the narrated room-byroom tour of the well-appointed accommodations and the helicopter shots of Caesars Palace exterior, I’m pretty sure the location didn’t cost the production a penny.
The chapel is meant to be where you finish a long Las Vegas weekend. It isn’t where you expect to arrive bright and early Saturday morning with a wedding planner in tow. Yet this is what Candace and Michael (Regina Hall and Terrence Jenkins) have done. There will be only tasteful revels on the eve, mother-of-the-groom Miss Loretta (Jenifer Lewis) insists. None of that vulgar Bridesmaids or Magic Mike nonsense. But the bachelor/ettes’ plan is total debauchery.
Michael Ealy’s character Dominic, having exhausted the original movie’s food-truck novelty value, seems pretty happy with a powerful media executive (Taraji P. Henson), except there’s that whole career thing, still, sort of. Maybe?
This movie relies on tried-andtrue Las Vegas bits (strip clubs! Slot machines with old ladies!). Just not the bests bits.
The cuts back and forth between the his-and-hers parties throughout the night don’t help and neither do the half-hearted, trite subplots.
Tish’s (Wendi McLendon-Covey) original plan to stay in her hotel room and watch TV isn’t the worst idea I’ve heard.