Movie review: ‘Millers’ take laughs on the road
08/06/2013 2:24 PM
11/10/2013 1:05 PM
A triumph of bad taste and good casting, the very funny road comedy “We’re the Millers” benefits from Jason Sudeikis’ sleaze and Jennifer Aniston’s lack thereof.
“Saturday Night Live” veteran Sudeikis shines when he works against his wholesome handsomeness. In “Millers,” he brings the same mean-frat-guy gleam to his eye that he brought to the recurring “SNL” sketch that paired him with Kristen Wiig as an insufferable couple.
In “Millers,” Sudeikis is completely believable as cynical, flinty, small-time pot dealer David, who recruits a stripper (Aniston), a runaway (Emma Roberts) and a neglected teen (Will Poulter) to pose as his family for a drug run to Mexico.
When thieves steal his stash and his cash, David’s drug supplier (Ed Helms) suggests David erase his debt and earn extra money on top of it by traveling to Mexico to bring back a shipment of pot. David figures he will have a better chance of getting past border authorities if he pretends to be a family man on an RV vacation.
David and his stripper neighbor, Rose, are not pals at the film’s start. They live in an older Denver apartment building, but it could be a glass house considering how they throw stones at each other’s occupations. Rose agrees to the Mexico trip because David has offered her cash, which she needs because her live-in boyfriend has split.
Casting Aniston as a stripper heightens the movie’s already high-concept story. Aniston is a hard sell as an exotic dancer, and comes across as self-conscious and too clothed in her stripping scenes. Diane Keaton shows more skin on screen.
The R-rated parts of “Millers” do not involve stripping. At least not by Aniston.
But Aniston’s uptight quality enhances other scenes in “Millers.” Nothing naughty about Aniston comes across – in this film or any other – when she tries to express it overtly; it must sneak up on audiences to make an impact. Putting Aniston in khaki capris and Keds, in her guise as suburban mom Rose Miller, allows this to happen.
Aniston is naturally soccer-mom-like, so when her stripper character’s free-wheeling sensibilities invade her Mrs. Miller guise, comedy ensues.
Aniston, like Sudeikis, also knows how to sell a comic line that otherwise would thud. Directed by Rawson Marshall Thurber (“Dodgeball”), “Millers” is credited to six writers, so the movie’s let’s-throw-everything-up-there-to-see-what-sticks approach is no surprise. Probably a quarter of it does not stick. But it likely would have been half without Sudeikis’ and Aniston’s well-honed comic timing.
“Millers” also contains a can’t-miss comic element in young British actor Poulter, who gives Kenny, the Millers’ fake son, a stunning lack of guile. Emanating innocence, the freckled, wide-eyed Poulter steals scenes because he’s the only sincere person in the fake Miller clan. (Kenny’s on board the RV just because he wanted to help his neighbor David).
Poulter’s also clearly down for any comic situation, no matter how outlandish or injurious to his character’s dignity.
Thurber’s direction happily lacks urgency, despite the Millers’ deadline to bring the drugs back. “Millers” lets us just enjoy the journey of this feral pack of misanthropes masquerading as a domestic unit, without worrying about the destination.
The majority of laughs come from the Millers’ interaction with the Fitzgeralds (Nick Offerman, Kathryn Hahn), an overly friendly pair of fellow RVers who hang on the Millers the way Cousin Eddie and crew clung to the Griswolds in the “Vacation” movies.
Offerman alters his deadpan Ron Swanson delivery from NBC’s “Parks & Recreation,” giving his character a jeans-shorts joviality. Hahn, who played a put-together, high-powered political consultant on “Parks,” here wipes away all memories of her attractiveness, playing a matronly woman who forces you to think of her sexually when you don’t want to.
Kenny meets his inexperienced match in the Fitzgeralds’ daughter, Melissa (Molly Quinn). Poulter’s and Quinn’s scene crackles with earnestness and profound virginity.
Roberts seems streetwise enough as the runaway posing as a Miller but fails to make much of an impression beyond that.
Helms brings his patented hail-fellow oddball quality from “The Office” to his role as a drug supplier. His appearance here proves, conclusively, that he and Sudeikis are not the same person. You know the difference because they appear in the same frame, and because Sudeikis convinces as a criminal and Helms does not.
WE’RE THE MILLERS
* * *
Jason Sudeikis, Jennifer Aniston, Will Poulter, Emma Roberts
Rawson Marshall Thurber
Rated R (crude sexual content, pervasive language, drug material and brief graphic nudity)
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