I beg of you, don’t ask me to choose between “Hangover” II and III. That would be like asking a mother to choose between her children, assuming she hated her children, never wanted to see them again and wished they’d never been born in the first place. Part II was like being No. 68 for takeoff at LaGuardia on a parked plane with the air conditioning off while an overcaffeinated psychotic in the seat next to you keeps repeating himself.

Part III is more like being a hundred feet from the punch bowl at your class reunion and trapped in the corner by the most insistently dull guy in your high school class as he regales you in pathetically vast detail about the habits of his extensive collection of pet ferrets.

For my money, “Furious 6’’ is more fun than “Skyfall’’’ and a lot more fun than the deadly dull “Star Trek Into Darkness,’’ both of which ask you to take their silly plots way too seriously.

There’s no such danger in “Fast and Furious,’’ which plays fast and loose with credibility and the laws of physics, allowing souped-up cars to tumble end over end and characters to leap across a chasm between two lanes of an elevated highway from which a tank is dangling precariously.

I especially enjoyed a lengthy set-piece where the crew is pursuing an enormous cargo plane, which they try to prevent from taking off by lashing their cars to the underbelly. This takes place on the runway of a Spanish NATO base that, by my rough calculations, is something like 30 miles long.

And yes, there is a story that surfaces now and then over two quickly moving hours.