I don’t ask a lot of a comedy: I want it to make me laugh,
and We’re the Millers does just that.
I was concerned that it would be too raunchy for my taste, but the writers
fooled me, as they fully intended to do. Jason Sudeikis plays a likable,
small-time Denver drug dealer who gets himself in hot water. The only solution
is to do a favor for his supplier (Ed Helms) by going to Mexico and bringing an
unspecified quantity of pot back across the border. Trying to figure out how to
do it, Sudeikis stumbles onto a foolproof idea: pretend to be the head of an
ordinary American family traveling in an RV. To fill out the required foursome
he recruits a nerdy teenage neighbor (Will Poulter), an antisocial, heavily
pierced street girl (Emma Roberts), and another neighbor who happens to be a
stripper (Jennifer Aniston).
The ultimate joke of the movie is that these characters, who
couldn’t be more unlike a “typical” American family, wind up bonding during the
experience and find that they enjoy the roles they’ve been forced to play.
Thus, the movie has its cake and eats it, too, by being wildly irreverent and
featuring scuzzy characters (earning its R rating), then turning “soft” and
showing us that we all have a fundamental need for family in our lives.
The performers are fully up to their respective tasks, and
of course Aniston is called upon to bump and grind her well-toned body on more
than one occasion. Costars Nick Offerman, Kathryn Hahn, and Molly Quinn all
have their moments, and the supporting cast is dotted with familiar comedy
faces including Tom Lennon, Ken Marino, and Luis Guzmán. Director Rawson
Marshall Thurber wrings every bit of comedy out of the screenplay, which is
credited to Bob Fisher & Steve Faber and Sean Anders & John Morris.
After so many disappointments this summer it’s refreshing to
single out at least one major studio movie that delivers on its promise. We’re the Millers is an entertaining