My Take On: We’re the Millers

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RV + Pineapple Express = A roaring hilarious comedy about a fake family crossing the country to smuggle half a million dollars worth of top notch weed. Jason Sudeikis plays David, who excels as the city’s best pot dealer, who doesn’t have kids, a wife, or any responsibilities in the world. He’s known stripper Rose, played by Jennifer Aniston, for years, over which they’ve kept up a somewhat-playful discontent with one another’s immorality. Emma Roberts plays the runaway delinquent teen, who Kenny, an innocent teen with an alcoholic and neglectful mother who lives in David’s apartment building, tries to stop from getting mugged one day on the streets. David steps in to help, but the gang figures out he’s a drug dealer and steals his stash and  his thousands of dollars  of cash. In order to make up for the lost profits, his boss, played by a douchebag Ed Helms, orders him to get to Mexico, pick up a “smidge and a half” of drugs, and smuggle it back to his offices. But David looks like a drug dealer, and being alone would  set off every red flag in existence. So, without much easiness, he assembles Kenny, Casey, and Rose as his fake family on an innocent vacation to “Me-hiko”. This sets up the plot for a disastrous adventure of a road trip, directed by Rawson Marshall Thurber, who also brought us the classically funny Dodgeball. The stereotypical behaviors the group takes on, of a sweet little family on vacation, excel throughout the entire film. As they pass through inspection over and over, it really makes one think about the shows so many people could quite possibly be putting on to get where they want. One could truly portray who they want, as long as they take measures to actually start to live it. Which means, of course, the movie wouldn’t be right without the group bonding effectively. I can’t even express my full appreciation that this bonding didn’t go as one would expect. No, there wasn’t a scene where the family plays board games and looks up into each other’s eyes while melodic music plays, and they finally realize they are like a family. No, there weren’t hugs abound and a falling in love of Rose and David on the road. Instead, there was a scene of a very inappropriately- turned game of drawing charades with a sweet, welcoming family they run into along the way. There was a scene of virgin Kenny learning how to kiss by practicing with his “mom” and “sister”, while “dad” films, which completely disturbs the other family’s daughter, who walks in on the scene. And there was pseudo parenting needed when Casey runs off with a carnival hooligan and Kenny gets a serious case of genital inflammation after a very personal tarantula bite. So the group grows friends well enough, though with much dysfunction, in ways that are not expected. The laughs stick throughout the entire film, and although it seems there were missed opportunities for hysterical scenes with such gifted actors, the ones that are given are great. With each of the group’s different traits and strengths,  the bunch barely gets back with their lives, and the boss’s operation is shut down with David’s  assistance. They end up having been too involved with Mexican drug lords, so for their own safety, must enroll in Witness Protection- together. I prefer this ending, over an expected go-back-to-their-own-lives-yet-run-into-each-other-for-a-warming-welcome-on-the-daily one. Because even as the door to their pure-looking little house in the sweet suburbs shut and the sun sets over their flawlessly manicured emerald lawn, we know what goes on behind those walls is not in any way typical, peaceful, or innocent,  but oh well, because the group has learned to stick together. Kinda like glue… even if their brand doesn’t exactly dry on clear.

 

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