The Heat (movie review)
I’m sure someone has made a buddy cop movie starring ladies before, but I can’t think of it… anyway, it’s not as though Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy are too old for this expletive in The Heat, but you’re on the right track.
The lengths that The Heat goes to in an effort to portray Sandra Bullock’s character as awkward are extreme to say the least. In the first act, they just won’t stop. There’s a point where she can’t seem to negotiate following the Boston PD police captain out of a room because she’s awk-ward! and at this point, you can’t help but think, “I get it, movie. Just move on.” It doesn’t, but then, that’s a big part of this movie’s shtick – in fact, the idea is that both lead characters are socially awkward, just in different ways – introvert vs. extrovert, but it’s not as painful to watch when it’s McCarthy and although her improvising does wear on you a bit, they just beat us to death with the awkwardness – kinda like when Michelangelo beats those bad guys with dried sausage in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Secret of the Ooze. What an obscure reference… In any case, Bullock’s performance doesn’t really suffer despite the writing and McCarthy is funnier in the movie than the trailer conveys (watch for her discus throw at the end of the movie) – and so is Bullock, for that matter. Marlon Wayans was doing such a good job of not being Marlon Wayans that I didn’t realize it was Marlon Wayans while I was watching the movie. Well done there.
Ultimately, The Heat is a serviceable comedy – no more, no less. It won’t make you urinate with laughter and it won’t put you to sleep. It’s fun to watch Bullock after her character has come out of her shell and some of McCarthy’s comedy is great, but essentially, you’re getting a predictable, by the numbers buddy cop with two strong leads who could have been better served with an improved script, directing and editing. I’m giving The Heat a 7 out of 10.