We're the Millers
Jennifer Aniston and Jason Sudeikis make a formidable comedy double act Discuss this article
The problem with writing an accurate review of We’re The Millers is not trying to interpret the subtle nuances of Jennifer Aniston’s performance. Nor is it offering an informed critique of the film’s thoroughly American brand of multiplex humour. It’s simply finding a way to write about the movie that wouldn’t make your grandmother balk with embarrassment, or your grandfather unleash a torrent against modern-day morality.
David (Sudeikis) is something of a failed entrepreneur, peddling a particular product to the same clients he has had since he was in college. His neighbour Rose (Aniston), well let’s just say she works in a bar. When David is robbed by some teens, he’s left owing the kingpin of his supply chain big-time – and is asked (okay, forced) to take a trip to Mexico in comeuppance. He decides his expedition will attract less heat if he poses as a Middle American family going on their summer hols, and so grabs the neighbourhood teen dork (Will Poulter) and a homeless waif (Emma Roberts, yep, Julia’s niece), and hits the road in a lumbering motor home that provides their cover.
This central conceit is pure silliness, and what follows comes comfortably from the school of farce. But there’s enough brains to lift this above your typical post-Hangover road trip gross-out, and despite some misfires of taste, the script is littered with genuine laugh out loud moments. But what puts this a cut above the obvious is a great supporting cast – Nick Offerman and Kathryn Hahn make the movie as the fellow family of road-trippers they encounter – and the human beating heart at its core. There’s something resembling chemistry between Aniston and Sudeikis, and when the journey ends inevitably with Hollywood idealism, it feels like the satisfying conclusion of a familiar homecoming, rather than another road trip down Hackneyed Avenue.
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