The Heat

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Director: Paul Feig

Writer: Katie Dippold

Starring:  Melissa McCarthy, Sandra Bullock

Tomatometer: 62/69/78 (all critics, top critics, audience)

Spoiler-free Summary: Sandra Bullock is a superb FBI agent, and she knows it.  Melissa McCarthy is the ultimate rule-breaking cop, and she knows the streets of Boston better than anyone else does.  Forced to work together to track down a druglord, these two know-it-alls become locked in an epic battle of one-upmanship.

Two Cents: Just as an actor can often fall into a specific niche role, never to find a way out, so, too, a director can become the go-to guy/gal for a specific genre.  For example, Christopher Nolan did wonders for Batman, so DC Comics made sure to get him heavily involved in a Superman reboot.  Do you have a weak script that’s going to need a transfusion of explosions and humor, in order to survive?  Michael Bay is your man.

After the incredible success of last year’s Bridesmaids, people finally believe that chicks are sort of funny.  However, only Paul Feig seems to have Hollywood’s blessing, when it comes to betting actual dollars on that belief (something that will probably only happen once or twice a year for the foreseeable future).  Paul Feig is 50 years old, but Bridesmaids was his first silver screen hit.  Still, he found a formula that works, and that’s exactly why he’ll be directing female comedies like The Heat for years to come.

The Heat is nothing new, but it’s certainly entertaining.  There are even a few laugh-out-loud moments, which has been rare the last few years.  Lucky for Feig, he had the privilege of working with Bridesmaids‘s breakout star, Melissa McCarthy, once again.  McCarthy owns this movie the way Eddie Murphy owned the Beverly Hills Cop movies.  Even with a star like Bullock beside her, and a bounty of well-known and talented comedic and character actors filling out the smaller roles (and some decent cameos), McCarthy demands attention in every frame.  She’s obnoxious, lovable, grotesque, and hilarious.  Bullock is very good, as well, but she knows it’s not really her show.

The real issue is whether McCarthy’s act (which isn’t far off from the characters she played in Bridesmaids and Identity Thief) will get old after another movie or two.  It happened to Zach Galifianakis, it happened to Jim Carrey, and the list goes on.  Feig and McCarthy are both riding high, right now, but one can’t help but wonder whether they should quit while they’re ahead.  Surely, each of them is talented enough to try something else and achieve incredible success.  Right?  Well, I guess time will tell.  (It’s worth noting that McCarthy’s tame sitcom, Mike & Molly, was 2012-2013’s 37th-highest rated show.  Not great, but surprisingly respectable.)  But, one thing’s for sure; we should all enjoy it while it lasts.

Should I/Shouldn’t I: Melissa McCarthy is a rare breed – an actress who is actually getting lead roles!  Not only that, but studios are even writing lead roles with McCarthy, specifically, in mind.  That just doesn’t happen, these days.  She is a star, and she deserves her success.  That’s even more rare.  Eventually, she’ll be replaced in the Hollywood hierarchy by another comedic actress, so, make sure you catch her while you can.    

Sundae Rating: Two scoops

The Kings of Summer

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Director: Jordan Vogt-Roberts

Writer: Chris Galletta

Starring:  Nick Robinson, Gabriel Basso, Moises Arias, Nick Offerman, Erin Moriarty

Tomatometer: 72/61/83 (all critics, top critics, audience)

Spoiler-free Summary: Sick of living with his miserable father, and hoping to impress his sweetheart, Kelly, Joe decides to run away from home and live in the woods.  He is joined by his best pal, Patrick, who is desperate to escape the claws of his own overbearing and unbearably annoying parents.  Somehow, Biaggio, a peculiar neighborhood kid, winds up on the team, as well.

Two Cents: Some movies are summer movies because they are released during the summer.  Others are summer movies because they celebrate the most wonderful blessing ever bestowed on a child – summer!  Not summer in terms of weather and Earth’s position in the galaxy, but summer in terms of vacation from school.  The Kings of Summer, as you may have surmised from its title, is in the latter category.

In this exquisite ode to the freedom and exploration (of nature and self) that are synonymous with summer vacation, three teenagers cause widespread panic as they courageously escape their mundane lives.  The only sad part of the movie is the fact that the main characters are so sheltered, they’ve never even heard of sleep-away camp, a modern and popular alternative to running away from home.  Sad as that may be, Joe, Patrick, and Biaggio make the most of their summer break by building a sweet “tree house” in the woods.  While living there, they encounter all the problems one might expect to befall a suburban teenager living on his own – lack of funds, lack of survival skills, and, most importantly, lack of deodorant.

Although the main characters seek freedom from their parents, that freedom is symbolic.  Not only do these kids live outside of their homes, but they live outside the pressures of teenage social life.  An athlete, a nerd, and a complete nut job become family, much like in The Breakfast Club, simply because they are together, and no one else is watching.  It’s a classic theme in teen movies, and Vogt-Roberts handles it beautifully.  I often remind myself that, were there no one on Earth but we two, Brad Pitt would consider me his best friend.

Robinson, Basso, and Arias are all solid in this film, but none stands out as a future star.  Arias is the most interesting, as he takes awkwardness to new heights, but his act probably isn’t sustainable.  Moriarty does a nice job as Joe’s love interest, but she may not end up being yours.  Nick Offerman is the real star of the movie, delivering his classic mean-spirited, dry sarcasm with incredible touch.  Megan Mullally puts her famously shrill voice to good use as Patrick’s insufferable mother.

Should I/Shouldn’t I: The Kings of Summer is the kind of movie that makes you long for your childhood.  If you’re not seduced by all the billboards and commercials hawking blockbusters this summer, find some time to see this indie.  It won’t be playing in many theaters, and it might not be out for very long, so get on your horse!

Sundae Rating: Two scoops with whipped cream

The Hangover Part III

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Director: Todd Phillips

Writer: Todd Phillips, Craig Mazin

Starring: Zach Galifianakis, Ken Jeong, Ed Helms, Bradley Cooper, John Goodman

Tomatometer: 21/19/88 (all critics, top critics, audience)

Spoiler-free Summary: Alan has gone off his meds, and he’s too much for his parents to handle.  The Wolfpack agrees to shuttle Alan to a psychiatric facility in Arizona.  On the way, the boys are attacked by a criminal mastermind in search of Mr. Chow.  In order to save (white) Doug, the Wolfpack must track down their wacky acquaintance.

Two Cents: What do all great supporting characters have in common?  The word “supporting”.  In the final (please, God) installment of the Hangover series, Todd Phillips makes the grave error of attempting to turn a supporting character into a main character.  Then, in an unprecedented move that must have been sparked by a complete loss of brain function, Phillips attempts to turn an even less significant supporting character into a main character, as well.  I deserve to be punched in the face for using the following term, but I can’t think of anything more apropos: EPIC FAIL!

In The Hangover, we were introduced to Alan, one of the most hilariously clueless characters in buddy comedy history.  Zach Galifianakis’s performance was so inventive and refreshing, it set him down a career path that has, so far, been littered with discount copies of the same exact role.  In The Hangover Part III, Alan becomes the central character and, thanks to reviews like this one, Todd Phillips has finally learned what the people on Hoarders learned long ago – too much of a good thing can really suck.  Alan’s act gets very old very quickly.  As much as I love and admire Galifianakis, fifteen minutes into the movie, I found myself doing something I normally save for my private time – begging for more Bradley Cooper.

Not only does Alan take center stage in Part III, but he’s joined in the spotlight by Ken Jeong’s eccentric and thrill-seeking criminal, Mr. Chow.  In the first installment, Chow was a welcome addition to an already-stellar roster of comedic characters.  In the second, he was the kind of friend from whom you’d like to hear a story or two, but with whom you’d never actually want to spend the time it takes to hear a story or two.  In this installment, he’s just downright unbearable.

Think about some of the great supporting characters from comedy films – Carl Spackler from Caddyshack, Les Grossman from Tropic Thunder, and Farva from Super Troopers, for example.  All these classic characters were introduced to us by directors who understand that wacky supporting performances should be used like salt.  A few shakes  of salt can make a decent meal truly wonderful, but, if you let the cap fall off, the whole dish is ruined.

From the opening sequence of the film to the last, it is painfully obvious that Phillips has run out of ideas for his beloved characters.  Funny can’t be forced, and, apparently, neither can laughter.  As hard as I tried, I did not laugh out loud a single time during this movie.  You know you’ve wasted your money (luckily, I attended a half-price showing) when the big opening joke (the one that sets the tone for the entire movie) revolves around giraffes being taller than cars.  The film ends with a teaser (as every installment in a series of movies should), suggesting the possibility of a fourth Hangover movie, but let’s hope the promotional posters are truthful and “The End” really means the end.

So long, Alan Garner.  I sincerely hope we never meet again.

Should I/Shouldn’t I: You should not.

Sundae Rating: Empty cup