The Heat is locked, loaded and lacking.
Teaming Sandra Bullock
and Melissa McCarthy for a good cop/bad cop comedy is a no-brainer.
Both will do anything for a laugh and they click as a comic couple.
Regrettably, “no-brainer” also describes the weak script by TV writer Katie Dippold (Parks and Recreation) and the aimless direction by Paul Feig (Bridesmaids).
Neither hand seems to know what to do with Bullock and McCarthy, apart
from endlessly clashing and rehashing their perfectionist vs. vulgarian
character stereotypes.
According to Variety, there are more than 180 variants of the “F” word in The Heat.
The number seems low by my count, and if the profanity doesn’t get you,
the weaponry might: a distressing number of guns, knives and other
offensi
If there were half
that many good laughs in the film, or even a quarter as many, there
would be reason to rave rather than carp.
Bullock’s FBI Special Agent Sarah Ashburn is more upright and uptight than the know-it-all FBI woman Bullock played in Miss Congeniality. Ashburn lives to bust bad guys, while at the same time showing up her all-male colleagues.
McCarthy’s Boston
Police Detective Shannon Mullins is yet another version of the loose
cannon McCarthy has essayed since hitting the big time with Bridesmaids.
She’s a regular Dirty Harriet who smacks, shoots or shouts down anybody
who interferes with her dedication to getting the scum off “her”
streets. She keeps an arsenal of guns and ammo in her eyesore of an
apartment.
ve weapons are in sight and in use.
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