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The best thing I can say about the new Melissa McCarthy comedy Tammy is that it’s better than anything Adam Sandler has done in the last ten years. That being said, that’s about the only compliment I can honestly give it.
For whatever reason – and the reason is likely her weight – Melissa McCarthy has been typecast as the larger-than-life, gross, uncouth and loud mouth female Fred Flintsone in modern movie comedies. From The Heat to the final Hangover, she has become the go-to gal for the anti-princess fairy role: you want a gross lady whose grossness audiences will love? Call McCarthy. Cuz she’s . . . large?
The film is (expectedly) about a white trashy blue collar woman who loses it after getting fired from a dead end job and finds her loser husband cheating on her with Toni Collette. She clashes with her mom (Allison Janney?) and then hits the road with her crazier-than-batshit granny (Susan Sarandon) who teaches her that life is about the journey and not the destination.
It starts out kind of promising, and then quickly (and inexplicably) puts the brakes on anything funny. It’s a series of predictable comic pratfalls that feel as flat as the last thing Rob Schneider ever did. It also doesn’t help that neither Susan Sarandon nor Allison Janney are anywhere near believable as Tammy’s biological matriarchy.
A waste of talent. And, sadly, time.
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