Kevin Hart’s New Movie Is So Bad It Makes His Roast Look Good
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Kevin Hart’s https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/inside-the-netflix-roast-revenge-plot-against-kevin-hart/" rel="" target="_self" title="https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/inside-the-netflix-roast-revenge-plot-against-kevin-hart/">Netflix roast seemed like the worst possible thing the comedian could inflict upon audiences this year.
And yet, the superstar has just proved that theory wrong with 72 Hours, a dreadful riff on The Hangover that’s about as appealing as the giant whale penis whose semen—in perhaps the lowest point in cinema history—Hart spreads all over his face.
The lack of effort put into 72 Hours (out now, on Netflix) is almost impressive, although that’s not to say that it has no energy.
Rather, the film—directed by Barbershop and Ride Along’s Tim Story—is a typically manic Hart affair that bounces between scenarios with typical dude-comedy vigor, spewing nonsense at a rat-a-tat-tat pace.
https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/72-hours-is-even-worse-than-kevin-harts-roast/">Read more at The Daily Beast.