YOU’D be forgiven for thinking after three Hangover films, each one less amusing than its predecessor, that this type of increasingly crass comedy was dead. Sadly, you’d be wrong.

Co-writer Scott Armstrong, who scripted The Hangover Part II, makes his directorial debut with an alleged comedy with fewer laughs than a mishandled postmortem.

It gave me a hangover — and I don’t drink.

We first meet best friends Nardo, Jason and Evan (Thomas Middleditch, TJ Miller and Adam Pally) drunk and high on weed on the eve of Nardo’s wedding.

Jason, convinced he’s making a mistake, wrecks the wedding ceremony and the appalled bride flees on a solo honeymoon to Mexico, leaving the groom to go after her.

Nardo phoning his friends to say: “I am naked in the middle of Mexico” is as “amusing” as this farrago gets, as it delivers corrupt Mexican cops, a vomiting donkey and a jailhouse brawl.

What’s this search party totally misses out on, though, is anything that could be remotely described as comic.