We’re the Millers
This review first appeared in the Sunday Star-Times, 18th August 2013
Hollywood comedy has been getting braver and cruder in recent years, and it’s pretty much obligatory nowadays to include scenes with either uncontrollable bowel action or comical genitalia. Hallowed is the screenwriter who manages both.
In We’re the Millers, Jason Sudeikis and Jennifer Aniston reunite after Horrible Bosses to deliver a vaguely boundary-pushing enterprise that is gently entertaining but no modern classic.
Sudeikis breaks type to play David, a carefree drug dealer whose married schoolmates look at with awestruck envy – “You’ve got nothing, man!” – before his entire stash is stolen and he turns to smuggling to repay his dastardly distributor (an equally type-eschewing Ed Helms). David enlists the performance skills of neighbour Rose (Aniston), a reluctant stripper who is “kinda mean-pretty”, and teenage loser Kenny and homeless Casey to masquerade as the Miller family in order to pull off a cross-border smuggle.
Audiences may be divided between those who admire Aniston’s hot body and skilful pole-dancing parody and those who wonder just what she’s got to prove. Ultimately the plot serves merely as an RV-sized vehicle to get us from one jokey situation to the next, but there are some truly laugh-out-loud cringes thanks to energetic performances from all involved.