|Director||Rawson Marshall Thurber|
|Starring||Jason Sudeikis, Jennifer Aniston, Will Poulter, Emma Roberts, Ed Helms, Nick Offerman|
|Release||7 AUG (US) 23 AUG (UK) Certificate 15|
To be honest, story matters very little in a throwaway comedy of this nature – what matters is that it's occasionally very funny, and it features a talented cast capable of making you forget how slim the narrative pickings are. Jason Sudeikis is great as the straight man surrounded by idiots and psychos, while it's nice to see Jennifer Aniston play a role with a little edge as a stripper with a pottymouth. The still impossibly young Emma Roberts and the now colossally tall Will Poulter both do good jobs of rounding out the Millers, ensuring there's no weak link in the family.
The biggest laughs, however, come from Kathryn Hahn, one half of a vacationing couple the Millers meet on the road. Husband Nick Offerman gets some plum lines ("You two are hot like sexual congress between two mice in a wool sock"), but Hahn slays with every line and pained smile. With lesser comedians in the roles of 'crazy neighbours', the We're The Millers RV would surely have run out of gas halfway through its journey.
It's a movie that amuses in fits and spurts, with several scenes sewn together with little concern as to how they flow into one another (one minute the Millers bust free of a gangster's lair in a hail of gunfire, the next they've casually pulled up by the side of the road for the mandatory gross-out cock shot). The highlight is a scene in which Will Poulter's lovable nerd is taught how to kiss, first by his 'sister', then by his 'mother', all the while 'Dad' Jason Sudeikis films it on his phone. You know someone will walk in on them doing it, but the execution of the gag is faultless (Sudeikis' character lustily eating crisps while filming is the grace note).
Sadly, We're The Millers is a studio film and so must tie up everything in a neat little bow. The character arcs must be completed: thus, the douche becomes the caring father figure, the cold-hearted stripper becomes a great role model, the homeless runaway realises she just needs someone to love and the "fucking dork" becomes a self-confident stud. It rounds off the movie as expected, but I have to be honest – I'd laugh my balls off if it ended with the Millers being fed to the gangster's pigs.