Review by Bob Ignizio
Ah hell, why single this movie out? I could have used that opener on
any number of movies I've seen this summer and it would apply as
well. Just trying to entertain myself (and hopefully some of you) as
I sit down to write about yet another film that failed to move me in
any way. WE'RE THE MILLERS
is neither good enough to get me excited, nor bad enough to make me
mad. Feel free to use that as a blurb, Warner Bros.
The film's protagonist is David
Clark (Jason Sudekis), who must be the nicest drug dealer in the world.
Seriously, if getting a dime bag of pot were as easy and pleasant in
real life as it looks here, there would be a lot more stoners in the
world. It's this nice streak that gets David in trouble when he tries
to help his dorky neighbor Kenny (Will Poulter) protect homeless girl
Casey (Emma Roberts) from a bunch of thugs. It winds up backfiring,
and the thugs rob David of his stash and his cash. In order for David
to get back in the good graces of his former classmate turned kingpin
Brad Gurdlinger (Ed Helms), he agrees to smuggle a “smidge” of
marijuana from Mexico into the U.S.
David's plan is to put together
a fake family so as to look as white-bread and non-threatening as
possible, the theory being no one would bother checking such people
at the border. To this end he recruits Kenny and Casey to pose as his
kids, as well as his stripper neighbor Rose (Jeniffer Aniston) to as
the fake matriarch of this thrown-together clan. Of course once the
crew gets south of the border, things aren't quite as they expected.
A mix of would-be hilarity and thrills ensues.
As most comedies these days do,
WE'RE THE MILLERS
inhabits some bizarre netherworld that the audience is supposed to
buy as the real world, or at least something resembling it, while at
the same time trying to pull off gags that really only work in a more
absurdist film that isn't afraid to throw reality completely out the
window. The result is a film that manages to be both bland and
preposterous at the same time, and which delivers very few laughs.
Ms. Aniston does perform a rousing strip routine, so those who find
the prospect of seeing the actress bumping and grinding away in
skimpy underwear may want to check the film out for that.
Beyond that, the movie has a
marginal likability going for it almost in spite of itself. That and
the comfortable familiarity of the material will probably be enough
for the film to skate by and ultimately be forgotten. The cast all do
their best, and as unbelievable as Sudekis is as a drug dealer, it's
at least a change of pace from the usual “high on their own supply”
half wit types we usually see (e.g. James Franco in PINEAPPLE
EXPRESS). Just don't ask me to
say anything more on this movie's behalf, because I can't. 2 1/2 out
of 4 stars.