Movie review: Bullock, McCarthy earn all their laughs in 'The Heat'

MCCLATCHY-TRIBUNE NEWS SERVICEJune 28, 2013 

  • THE HEAT

    •1/2

    Rated: R for pervasive language, strong crude content and some violence. Starring: Sandra Bullock, Melissa McCarthy, Demian Bichir. Director: Paul Feig. Running time: 117 minutes. Theaters: Edwards 22 and Edwards 9 in Boise, Edwards 14 and Edwards 12 in Nampa, Majestic 18 in Meridian.

Give it up for Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. You'll never see them work harder at comedy than in "The Heat," a stumbling, aggressively loud and profane cop buddy picture where they struggle to wring "funny" out of a script that isn't.

Plot? It's more a collection of scenes that force the stars to riff and riff until something coarse and amusing comes out, topped by something else coarser and more amusing. Instructions must have read, "Sandy and Melissa go to a dance club, where Melissa hacks off chunks of Sandy's costume to make her 'sexy.' "

Better still, "Our intrepid, mismatched 'buddies' are tied up by the bad guys and turn a simple leg stabbing into a comic escape attempt."

Bullock, finally back to making the sorts of "Miss Congeniality" dogs she was doing before "The Blind Side," is the know-it-all FBI agent Ashburn - a Miss Priss none of her fellow agents like. She is sent to Boston, ostensibly to prep for a promotion. Mainly, it's to get her out of the hair of her boss (Demian Bichir).

That's where Ashburn runs afoul of the foul-mouthed detective Mullins (McCarthy), a shambling train wreck of the American junk food diet run amok. She's so irritable that her boss is as afraid of her as her favorite drug-dealing perp.

Ashburn has met her menacing, mouthy match.

The jokes have a sitcom/ stand-up rhythm: ba DUM bum.

Director Paul Feig, whose life changed with "Bridesmaids," shoots Bullock in her requisite vanity lighting and McCarthy at her chef-pants wearing worst.

And McCarthy, like Bullock, is nothing if not game. She wriggles through car windows, takes pratfalls, wrestles with Bullock to be the first through doorways and swaggers through the picture in the same costume, first scene to last. The woman is funny.

The fact that we meet her braying Boston family (Jane Curtin is her shrill mom) and that McCarthy's the only one who didn't attempt the accent? We don't dare call that lazy.

But it'll be a hit, Feig will work again and McCarthy will roll on. She has the timing, the riff repertoire and that ineffable something that film fans have loved in comics from Fatty Arbuckle and Oliver Hardy to John Belushi and Chris Farley.

We're just not allowed to say what that is.

Idaho Statesman is pleased to provide this opportunity to share information, experiences and observations about what's in the news. Some of the comments may be reprinted elsewhere in the site or in the newspaper. We encourage lively, open debate on the issues of the day, and ask that you refrain from profanity, hate speech, personal comments and remarks that are off point. Thank you for taking the time to offer your thoughts.

Commenting FAQs | Terms of Service