An explosion at the party movie cliche factory.

Kevin Hart is a comedian who takes heat from critics from time to time, but I’ve actually liked a portion of his comedies. My options include “Soul Plane,” “The Wedding Ringer,” “Central Intelligence,” “Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle,” and “Fatherhood.” But I also have to draw the line with bombs like “Night School,” “Get Hard,” “The Man from Toronto,” “Me Time,” “Borderlands,” and now, the new Netflix comedy “72 Hours.”

This is like an explosion at the party movie cliche factory with the obligatory puking, mammal sperm, and mean characters. And that’s too bad because I kind of liked the young actors: one of them played by Cuba Gooding Jr’s son and three of them are SNL stars.

Hart plays a 40-year-old chief creative officer for a marketing company with a successful, but melodramatic physician girlfriend (Teyona Taylor) and some age criticisms. Meaning that his tastes in advertising isn’t reaching to Gen Z, which is why he might be losing his job. Unless, of course, if some young 20-year-olds accidentally add him to a group chat and invite him to their bachelor party in Miami. “40 is the new 20s,” he says.

The youngsters inviting him are cast to look and feel like the Wolfpack from “The Hangover.” There’s supposed to be the jerk, the sensible one, and the idiot. Mason (Mason Gooding) is the groom-to-be, and his friends are played by young SNL stars: his jerky unemployed best man Nick (Marcello Hernandez), their nice gatherer friend Hunter (Ben Marshall), and their dopey friend Freshman (Kam Patterson).

He drinks two bottles of Pepto-Bismol and throws up on the boys in the limo. And when they’re cleaning their clothes at the dry cleaners, two cops (Mike Epps and Sophia Del Rio) think he’s soliciting these boys and nearly arrest him. They also have their stuff stolen by mean girls, who roofie them and trap them on an island, where their only escape regards a criminal trying to sell whale penises on the black market. And when Joe and the boys have to swim ashore with them, Joe gets stung by a jellyfish and one of the boys tells him to rub whale semen on his face. Funny, I’m pretty sure I criticized Hart for sucking out turtle snot in “Me Time” a few years ago on the streaming site. But I think this semen joke has better taste, and whales have smaller sperm than humans.

And the house they are renting belongs to a gangster (Andy Garcia), whose henchmen are idiots to be renting it out. There’s a small “Do Not Open” note on a closet that is too small for an ant to read. And besides if Belle went into the West Wing when she wasn’t supposed to, then why would Joe follow the note? And when he is forced to snort some cocaine, he creates an alter ego: a Hispanic druglord named Ricardo Montana. You know like how Beavis becomes the Great Cornholio when he eats too much sugar or pills.

“72 Hours” was directed by Hart’s “Ride Along” and “Think Like a Man” collaborator Tim Story, whose inner person should be questioning why many people missed out on “The Blackening.” He must enjoy working with the comedian on these movies, but he must know somewhere that they should be working with better material.

Gooding, Hernandez, Marshall, and Patterson all have enough X factor to play characters of these kind in other better comedies. They have what it takes to make it in the comedy work, but the screenplay for “72 Hours” by Jon Hurwitz, Hayden Schlossberg, Kevin Burrows, and Matt Mider doesn’t give them much credit. It’s more interested in making these youngster follow party movie formulas instead of trying anything fresh.

I’m just glad the movie lasts for 102 minutes and not 72 hours.

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