Review: ‘The Heat’ Starring Melissa McCarthy & Sandra Bullock

Review: 'The Heat' Starring Melissa McCarthy & Sandra Bullock

It isn’t maybe halfway through “The
Heat
” when you realize its purpose for existing isn’t for the freshest reasons.
Paul Feig’s new cop comedy, a spiritual follow-up to his brassy “Bridesmaids,”
seems heavily indebted to pretty much every cop comedy you’ve ever seen, Feig
dutifully playing the hits for audiences who have come to understand and expect
the regular rhythms of this subgenre, from its exasperated police chiefs to a
casual disregard for due process and even the old chestnut of overwhelming tension
between bureaus. The hook seems to be that “The Heat” comes from a female
screenwriter, Kate Dippold, and stars Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. Fans
of the Bechdel Test will be delighted that this film passes it early and
frequently.

It’s impossible to ignore that
this film, involving a not-terribly-complex drug cartel scheme running through
the Boston underworld, exists in a world where usually men rub elbows and toss
insults and women patiently wait at home, urging their men to return from work
safely. Surprisingly, “The Heat” announces its intentions quickly, as the first
sound we hear is the wah-wah of “Fight The Power (Parts 1 & 2)” by the
Isley Brothers, suggesting that while the female leads in this actioner are
forced to test themselves against male peers, it’s the film itself that feels
like a reactive statement. Later R&B songs, dating from the Isleys to more
modern, genre-spliced work, allays “The Heat” with the era of Blaxploitation:
with little chance of equal representation in film, black stars and filmmakers
instead produced work that either made whites ineffectual helpers and
underlings, or nefarious, doomed villains. The representation issue was merely
flip-flopped, not “fixed,” a political gesture echoed each time Bullock and
McCarthy’s characters cut their masculine opposition to size with either a
one-liner or even brute force.

Bullock is Sarah Ashburn, an
FBI agent angling for a promotion, defeated only by her own hubris in the face
of an obvious over-qualification for her current position. She boasts about
finding the Red Hills Killer, though it’s clear she’s also reminding herself,
providing the support lacking in a Screenplay 101-approved upbringing through
the foster care system. When her new position is dangled by her exasperated
boss (Demián Bichir, hopefully counting zeroes), she’s sent from New York to
Beantown on the trail of a massive drug ring and a potential career-defining
case.

Her vital information proves
useful to local cop Shannon Mullins (McCarthy), who is introduced beating and
bludgeoning perps for her own pleasure. It feels like an outdated notion, the
idea that we’d react with joy to such an abuse of power: at one point Mullins
flings a phone book at a suspect as if it was a move she’s seen in several
shows and films, desperate to try it out on her own. Fortunately, McCarthy is a
considerable talent. It’s not her fault that this year’s laughless “Identity
Thief
” trapped her in a hellhole of her own quirks, as director Seth Gordon
insisted in bottling her energy for the sake of the plot. Here, Feig (who helped
McCarthy earn an Oscar nomination for “Bridesmaids”) understands that whatever
piffle of a story pales in comparison to allowing McCarthy a chance to utilize
her brutish, foul-mouthed animalism. Mullins is endlessly vulgar, but McCarthy
nonetheless endlessly commands the screen, in a performance that recalls a
similar cool-attitude-under-serious-fire, namely the young Eddie Murphy in “48
Hrs.

Ashburn and Mullins immediately
feud as to who deserves to run point on this case. Bullock, an underestimated
comedienne, doesn’t fade away despite the fact she’s playing straight woman to
McCarthy’s aggression. In fact, lo and behold, it’s the rare film where the two
leads have a certain animosity that nonetheless generates chemistry. Bullock
finds multiple gears in her performance, varying between keeping Ashburn
comically modulated but calm, and allowing her moments where her intellectual
condescension spill in casual conversation. When its revealed that Mullins’
jailbird brother (Michael Rapaport) has ties to this operation (which never
truly seems worth recruiting an FBI agent from out of state, it must be
mentioned), Ashburn doesn’t seem to understand how to modify her class-based
judgment with her overall concern for Mullins herself. Were the film these two
just bouncing off each other, it would carry some added enjoyment.
Unfortunately, it’s revealed that Mullins’ entire family are poorhouse
vulgarians, as if someone took the tumultuous, competitive atmosphere of Mickey
Ward from “The Fighter” and channeled it into a sitcom.

Much of these digressions paint
“The Heat” into a corner, as the film grasps for new ways to stretch to a 117-minute runtime. At the very least, credit to all for avoiding any extraneous
love stories. Ashburn has to be told that handsome Agent Levy (Marlon Wayans)
is flirting with her, which she eventually acknowledges with a terse insistence
that she doesn’t date fellow officers. (Wayans, for the record, remains a
welcome and under-utilized presence, one that merits exposure in less-broad
vehicles.) Mullins, meanwhile, has to interrupt several conversations when
approached by local men whom she apparently seduced and abandoned. Onscreen, Bullock
has romanced a couple of People’s Sexiest Men Alive, and yet paired with
McCarthy, surprisingly it’s the latter that gives off stronger sexual appeal.
When Mullins cracks about how she needn’t work on her appearance to appear
sexually appetizing, it’s a joke, but matched up with Ashburn’s gawky
discomfort in a miniskirt, even dressed like De Niro in “Midnight Run,” McCarthy
simply gives off greater sexual allure simply by virtue of being comfortable in
her own skin.

“The Heat” stops and sputters
through a deadly joke-less section in the second act, when Shit Gets Real, a structural
cliché compounded by Ashburn and Mullins bonding through an all-night drinking
montage. Here, Feig reveals his skill as strictly functional: at a moment when
the film should take flight and fully embrace either its Blaxploitation aesthetics
or the ’80s-style shootout spirit, it does neither, flat-lining as it powers
through a dull mystery with an obvious reveal. There’s only so much you can “Fight
The Power” when the film is, in some familiar ways, inherently compromised. Studios are receptive towards the Apatow school of heavy improv, but you can’t
use that approach when the story has to fit snugly around costly action
sequences. Credit “The Heat” for being a film where the female leads are
neither helpless during action beats, nor are they ridiculously superpowered at
key moments, and no one cares to make a comment about these reversed gender positions.
One character dares to open up a debate about sex roles in the workplace;
because he does so indelicately, Feig expects you to cheer when he takes a
bullet to the head. To his credit, he is correct. [B] 

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Comments

Eman Allaith

The movie is new of its kind in the Hollywood industry. After almost 22 years from the release date of Thelma & Louise movie, Hollywood surprised the fans with another action movie centered on female leads only. In this movie, Hollywood crossed so many stereotypical themes by having two female leads and no male to even support in an action movie. Also the female leads chosen are talented actresses over forty years, which is unusual to be seen on screen. Usually with most action movie, male leads will be needed and females will be used as supporting cast after they pass the Hollywood standard beauty. Actresses should be at certain age, shape, and look in order to get the part in the movie. Another surprise the fans didn’t expect is that the movie, among very few other movies, passed the Bechdel Test. The movie focused on developing the characters of the female leads to solve the case and ignored the need of male to be the center of all conversations. The movie presented many issues females face in male dominant field. The female leads were misjudged, underestimated, and avoided because of some personal traits or work behavior that they have. Women in the workplace struggle against the limitation placed on them by their gender role, and men tend to be rewarded for being masculine and ambitious.

McCarthy Rules

This movie was terrible, but McCarthy was so damn fucking funny she sorta salvaged it.

Cool Whippersnapper

I'm white and that trailer was def racist. Black guy they are hanging off the fire escape. Reinforcing a phony drug war. We'll see if the movie expands it.

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