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This article was published 27/6/2013 (1515 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

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." Or "Melissa and Sandy get drunk in a bar and line dance."

Bullock and McCarthy put in a solid effort, but The Heat's weak script lets them down.


Bullock and McCarthy put in a solid effort, but The Heat's weak script lets them down.

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 overly-coiffed 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 (Tom Wilson of Back to the Future) is as afraid of her as her favourite drug-dealing perp (Spoken Reasons is this caricature's stage name).

Ashburn, who has been a bit of a Bullock in a china shop up to now, has met her menacing, mouthy match.

The jokes -- often a string of profane threats strung together by McCarthy -- have a sitcom / standup rhythm: ba-DUM-bum.

Director Paul Feig, whose life changed with the fluky blockbuster Bridesmaids, shoots Bullock in her requisite vanity lighting and McCarthy at her chef-pants wearing worst. For a guy who has spent much of the year defending McCarthy from Identity Thief-based insults about her short height and considerable width, he's certainly not shy about using those attributes for a laugh.

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, and many of her scenes deliver a wincing comic punch.

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.

Which is more than you can say about Katie Dippold, the screenwriter.

But it'll be a hit, Feig will work again, Dippold will get another shot 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.


-- McClatchy-Tribune News Service


Other voices

...It revolves around the retrograde novelty of watching women swagger, spout vulgarities, brandish guns and toss around references to their vaginas (not to mention the odd areola and cervix)

-- Ann Hornaday, Washington Post


There's a discussion to be had about why this is the only major movie this summer with two women in the lead roles -- but it's hard to have a serious discussion when you're laughing.

-- Moira MacDonald, Seattle Times

An unevenly matched buddy-cop comedy that amounts to a feature-length showcase for Melissa McCarthy riffing.

-- Ben Kenigsberg, AV Club


Good comedy often comes from surprise and creativity, but The Heat tries to get by without them.

-- Matt Pais, RedEye


It's a gem of messy, go-for-broke comedy, full of laugh-out-loud moments, and it underscores how McCarthy, in particular, can leave you gasping for air with the right material.

-- Preston Jones, Fort Worth Star-Telegram


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