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Review: We’re the Millers is the Kind of Okay Comedy of the Summer

Audiences have been beaten and battered this summer by one big-budget action movie and high-profile animated family film after another.  Can the new Jason SudeikisJennifer Aniston team-up We’re the Millers offer a much-welcomed comedic detour?  Or is this another case of Sudeikis proving his not-ready-for-movie-stardom status, and Aniston failing yet again to shake the grim spectre of Rachel Green (Friends)?


There’s this guy (Jason Sudeikis).  He’s a pot dealer who’s down on his luck (awwww, the world should play a pot-scented violin for him).  His boss (Ed Helms) is making him retrieve a huge stash of pot awaiting retrieval in Mexico.  Holy crap, that’s a big job.  Our intrepid pot dealing hero is the guy housewives go to for an herbal “mommy’s little helper”; not an international drug smuggler.  Inspired by an altercation he observes between a lost family of four and a police officer, he recruits a local stripper (Jennifer Aniston) and two local kids (Emma Roberts, Will Poulter) to pose as his wife and children respectively as the perfect cover. The plan is to go to the pick-up spot in an RV, looking every bit the part of a normal American family on vacation.  Of course, they suffer a series of comic mishaps and only-in-a-movie coincidences both there and back.  That’s right, you guessed it – hilarity ensues.

The screenplay is from two competing pairs of writing partners, with Bob Fisher & Steve Faber (The Wedding Crashers) delivering the original drafts and John Morris & Sean Anders (Hot Tub Time Machine, Mr. Popper’s Penguins, She’s Out of My League) handling the re-writes.  This is director Rawson Marshall Thurber’s highest profile gig since he directed Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story back in 2004.


At the premiere of We’re the Millers, screenwriter Bob Fisher told The Hollywood Reporter that he viewed his new film as being similar to his last one, “Wedding Crashers started off as a critique of marriage and ended up being an embrace of it.  We’re the Millers does the same thing.”  Unfortunately, that message seems to have been lost in the countless drafts the script went through during its 7-year production cycle, and the result is a film which looks exactly like something written at one stage by certain people and re-written by other people not on the same exact page at a later stage.  It is a bizarrely schizophrenic movie which segues somewhat uneasily between dark comedy meant to play upon the creepiness of the scenario (e.g., a fake sister teaching her fake brother how to kiss), and tacked-on action scenes with paper-thin bad guys and almost wholesome “awww, isn’t that cute, they’re starting to act like a real family” moments.  

It’s also a surprisingly lazy film, hyper-focused on marking off narrative checkmarks (character goes from this to this, plot point A goes to plot point B) without devoting enough time to explanation.  There are so many moments, most notably near the film’s climax, where something happens or a character shows up so suddenly it screams of a film which either has plenty of deleted scenes or a script which lost necessary scenes at some point and never recovered them.  For example, we never actually see Ed Helms’ character informed of Sudeikis’ plan, but he seems to know all about it later on, with the audience left to assume that Helms is the one providing Sudeikis with funds and the RV. That type of expositional shortcut is more forgivable than character-specific moments where you think you have a general idea where a character arc is going, and then that arc just suddenly skips a step as if they had no patience for the storytelling process.

Plus, it has Jennifer Aniston doing a strip-tease mostly just because they couldn’t believe their good luck when they asked her and she said yes.  Aniston (and potentially her body double in certain shots) looks good; her abdominal muscles are certainly worthy of praise.  It is likely the closest thing to a nude scene she’ll ever do.  It’s just hard to escape how unnecessary it feels.  Yes, there is obvious comedic potential for a woman posing as a capri-pant loving housewife to unleash her inner-Nomi Malone (Elizabeth Berkley’s character from Showgirls), especially with her fake family watching.  They do try to make it integral to the plot, i.e., her stripping helps them get out of a tough situation.  However, somehow by having Sudeikis literally look directly into the camera (and at the audience) during the sequence and smirk in a “yeah, this is pretty tasteless, but, seriously, she looks amazing!” fashion made it even worse.

Aniston Millers Strip Tease
Just as Swordfish is now known as the movie where you can see Halle’s Berry’s breasts, We’re the Millers will be remembered as the movie where you can see Jennifer Aniston look like this.

All of that is what makes it so surprising that We’re the Millers is actually kind of enjoyable, and not in a “look at the train wreck that is this movie” kind of way.  For a nearly 2-hour film, the pacing is admirably tight, and the jokes always just-around the next corner.  Not all of the jokes land, but after each dud comes a better one moments later.  There are very few truly laugh-out-loud moments, especially if you’ve seen any of the revealing trailers, but there is enough here to elicit a sufficient amount of smirking and/or chuckling (which is technically laughing out loud, just not as enthusiastically).  

The performers are handed utterly predictable beats and character arcs, but are at least capable of playing up to the material.  Jason Sudeikis as an actor still seems like a work in progress, as his line delivery is clearly SNL-trained but his ability to express emotion or believable character growth still frustratingly lacking.  He works best with straight men to play off of his motor-mouthed jokes, and the somewhat surprising revelation of We’re the Millers is not his comedic timing as a duo with Jennifer Aniston (which is okay) but just how funny he is with Will Poulter as Kenny, his big-hearted neighbor pretending to be his son just for fun.

Poulter may be the film’s secret MVP. His genuinely sweet romance with Molly Quinn as the daughter of an actual family in an RV on vacation (parents played by Kathryn Haan and Nick Offerman) is perhaps the most effective element of the entire film.

Aniston and Roberts, as the primary female characters in the film, are clearly positioned as the woman who’s made all the mistakes and the young girl who’s about to do the same.  They don’t actually get a whole lot of the laughs, mostly just getting to react to the boys.  Aniston is not at all convincing as the stripper at the beginning of the film, and her limited comedic range is magnified when acting alongside Sudeikis (a common problem for her).  Also, not to get too into celebrity worship/destruction Aniston does suddenly seem to struggle to express subtle emotions via facial expressions, information you can use to reach your own conclusion.  However, in keeping with her recent run of image-shaking roles in Wanderlust and Horrible Bosses there is noticeable effort on her part here to be something other than just another version of Rachel Green.  

One wonders if there is anything more to Aniston than Rachel Green, but as of late she has been trying to stretch herself and still has a sitcom-trained knack for joke delivery/reaction shots, as displayed by her work in We’re the Millers.

 Roberts, so good as a manic pixie dream girl in 2010’s It’s Kind of a Funny Story, is tough to buy as a druggy runaway homeless kid at the beginning, but is enjoyable and, crucially, not annoying in her guise as the rebellious teenage daughter who can’t believe how uncool her parents are.  

The supporting cast is mostly comprised of Helms as the eccentric drug king boss, and Haan, Offerman, and Quinn as the family of 3 the “Millers” encounter.  Helms appears to be playing it at a 12 whereas someone should have told him to play it an 8, meaning he annoys far more than he amuses.  Haan, with whom Aniston previously co-starred in Wanderlust, is a hilarious improv machine, though probably more contained here than fans of her’s would have expected.  Offerman is basically a softer version of his iconic Parks & Recreations character Ron Swanson, but any amount of Ron Swanson is never a bad thing.  The film’s richest area for comedy derives from Haan and Offerman serving as comedic foils to Aniston and Sudeikis. 


We’re the Millers is a definite mixed bag of lazy, almost schizophronic writing and jokes which mostly fail to deliver huge laughs, but a masterful sense of pacing and good-but-not-great performances all around make it an enjoyable watch.  The Aniston strip sequence is unnecessary, and Ed Helms is a little over the top.  However, the price of admission to see it in theaters is probably higher than the quality of the film merits unless you are just desperate for a decent-but-not-great laugh.

It should be noted that if you’ve seen the Red Band trailer you don’t really need to see the movie.  The trailer gives away so much that it’d be tantamount to reading an unabridged version of a novel whose abridged version you’d previously read – sure, you’ll get a little more context, but you already know all the important stuff.

See It – Stream/Rent It – Skip It – Stream/Rent It

End Credits Alert: There are outtakes which play over the beginning of the closing credits.  Friends fans will be especially delighted by one particular outtake.

THE TRAILER [Not the Spoiler-y Red Band Version]

We’re the Millers is rated R for crude sexual content, pervasive language, drug material and brief graphic nudity.  It has a 110 minute running time.

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