I wish movie theaters had an plan like Hulu where you could pay an extra $5 and get a trailer-free movie experience. I schedule meticulously to time my arrival at movie theaters expressly to avoid trailers of movies I want to see. In the case of some comedies, you have seen 3/4 of the best punchlines before you have even seen the movie. Alas, this was my feeling for The Boss, the latest comedy vehicle starring Melissa McCarthy. The comedy doyenne stars as a business guru who gets imprisoned for insider trading. Rendered homeless after her prison term, she attempts a comeback to business by hijacking a Girl Scout troupe and recruiting the young girls to sell brownies.
I might recommend this movie more if I had never seen the trailer. I really felt I had seen a lot of the funniest parts of the movie already.
I give this movie a “stream it” verdict—other people at the showing I went were laughing along more than me, and I felt cheated out of a funnier experience.
The movie itself is firmly in the Melissa McCarthy brand of comedy, with Melissa acting outrageously and everyone else reacting to her nuttiness. I still think the formula works, but I think Bridesmaids and last year’s Spy were funnier.
Considering it is RuPaul’s Drag Race Season, a note on the wig game in this movie. Melissa’s “business lady” ginger hair piece worked overtime in the movie, but the grey wig that Kathy Bates wears in her cameo was way too clockable.
What made this movie only “stream-worthy” and not a “must see” were the “Full House moments.” Full House moments is my term for the schmaltzy forced-emotional moments that belie bad screenwriting like in the crappy ’90s sitcom Full House—you know, the final two minutes when Kimmy Gibbler learns her lesson about shoplifting or when Danny Tanner teaches Michelle that “goldfish don’t need to take baths” (cue teary eyes and laugh tracks). Probably the “moral to the story” is important at studios when pitching a film, but as a grown ass adult, I don’t really need to be “taught a lesson” by an R-rated slapstick comedy.
PC Police: diverse casting in a female-led movie. Gold star.
Can I Take the Kids?: not unless you want your kids to start dropping a lot of F-bombs. I prefer R-Rated movies, though, so I don’t mind all the profanity.
The Boss movie review
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