Wednesday, March 5, 2014

We're the Millers

We're the Millers by Rawson Marshall Thurber

I had intended to watch We're the Millers (2013) sooner, but then, well, blockbusters happened. Which in my world means summer comedies get placed on the back burner, no matter how much the trailer made me chuckle. It remained on my radar, though, as A) Saturday Night Live sketch writer and alumn Jason Sudeikis is exactly my kind of comic (even though I sort of hate him for stealing Olivia Wilde from me), B) Jennifer Aniston is great in these types of roles, C) director Rawson Marshall Thurber brought us the underrated Dodgeball, and D) Nick Offerman, the manliest man alive, is in it.

David Clark (Sudeikis) is a college pot dealer who never quite grew up. When he is robbed of his money and his stash one day, his supplier Brad Gurdlinger (Ed Helms) is not happy. With David indebted to him, Brad forces his worker bee to smuggle a smidge of marijuana from Mexico so as to clear his debt. David's strategy? Recruiting his stripper neighbor Rose (Aniston), runaway Casey (Emma Roberts), and his awkwkard neighbor Kenny (Will Poulter) to pose as his family so that he can cross the border without evoking suspicion. Because what could go wrong, right?

Even though the plot is predictable, at times too soft and conventional, and, at 110 minutes, a bit too long for my taste, We're the Millers is still an enjoyable watch. There are just enough funny scenes and quotes to keep you entertained, especially with Offerman and Kathryn Hahn as the spice-seeking husband and wife, and the movie has a consistent flow so that at no point you get bored. We're the Millers is no high-flyer, but it is still entertaining or at the very least a safe choice if you want some laughs.

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