Monday, April 7, 2014

Jason versus The Heat

That's right, I voluntarily sat down and watched a buddy cop/chick flick starring Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. Without the wife. Wanna fight about it? No? OK. I'll tell you what I thought instead.

An uptight FBI Special Agent is paired with a foul-mouthed Boston cop to take down a ruthless drug lord.

The Heat is a frustrating movie, one that goes from hilarious to painful within a few beats, then back again like a Hobbit's story. It also falls into lame Hollywood trappings when it should've played smarter and rougher. This could've been the next Beverly Hills Cop, but it's not.

I don't care what screenwriters think, people do not dance to hit songs in rough, blue-collars bars. Especially when they look like Sandra Bullock.

On the plus side, a lot of the movie is pretty funny, and I admire the profound use of profanity and attempts at R-rated violence. I wish there had been more gunplay, to tell the truth.

McCarthy' schtick gets old fast. I don't see her appeal at all. But I've been a Bullock fan since Demolition Man, and remain so. Plus she looks awesome, even in her late 40s. Mad props, Sandy.

I didn't expect a lot from The Heat, so I was't let down by it. But it's certainly a missed opportunity. A Bad for sure.
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  1. I have this one flagged on my Netflix list since it popped up but have yet to watch it. By the sounds of it, I'm glad I didn't cough up the dough to watch it On Demand!