There are any numbers of reasons to ignore We’re the Millers, and many more to dismiss it as yet another platform for the world to check in on how Jennifer Aniston’s arse is holding together (very nicely, as it turns out). Like most comedies, we’re inclined to sneer outright unless it fulfils a number of…
When The Hangover took the box office by surprise way back in 2009 (was it really only 4 years ago?) most people were suitably impressed. It wasn’t particularly original, nor did it have uniquely memorable jokes, but it was fine enough in a period devoid of any other notable comedies. It gave us Zach Galifanakis, who we were all certain would go on and wow to world with his revolutionary brand of comedy. It gave us Bradley Cooper, now an Academy Award-nominated actor. It gave us hope that comedy film-making in general would learn that true comedy comes from reining the more colourful actors in and focusing on the straight man.
We’d disagree, but still…
Oh Wolfpack, what will you get up to next?
Could someone not shoot Zach Galifianakis in Mexico? Just to see him die?
Never quite sure whether it wants to champion the go-getters or those who just let fate sweep them along, Jeff, Who Lives At Home is nevertheless a perfectly amiable mumblecore comedy made watchable by the great chemistry between its leads Jason Segel and Ed Helms. Though it loses its head somewhat in the strangely action-packed final third, some good dialogue and gentle laughs make it just about worth a visit.
In other news, sun becomes black as sackcloth of hair, moon becomes as blood and the stars of the heavens fall unto earth.
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