"We're The Millers" Reviewed
and you’re not
Jason Sudeikis, the former SNL regular, is the least credible leading man this side of Adam Sandler, and whether smirking as a small time pot dealer or smirking and then trying to get real as a small time pot dealer pretending to be a family man with stripper-wife Jennifer Alston along with runaway-daughter Emma Roberts and neighbor-son Will Poulter, he strains credibility to the breaking point. If there is a worse acted scene in history than Jason begging his family for forgiveness I’ve yet to see it.
Jason has to smuggle weed (a lot, actually) from mexico in a Winnebago to settle a debt and pays off the other three to beard for him. On the way they become a family.
Yes, it is that lame. BUT there is a lot to be said for a movie where the son makes out with his sister and his mother while his father looks on and there is a something to be said for a movie with Jennifer as a stripper.
Not much mind. Harry Potter is more believable than this dumbass storyline whuch you migh claim could only happen in the movies but it can’t even happen in the movies either. In the real world, you steal pot and a hundred drug grunts surround you and kill you very very very much. Only in sitcom land do they cut it to just two people.
Creepiness abounds everywhere, Molly Quinn as the straight couple who latch on to the Millers daughter has a nauseated look on her face she finds hard to remove after catching the son with his mother and if you like swollen balls jokes I’ve got the movie.
So no, I didn’t like it any more than a way to kill a Sunday afternoon while the Jets are getting blown out. But I did like it like that.
Grade: C+
