We're The Millers

Even Jennifer Aniston has to admit that her career is taking a huge tumble when she has to engage in a major, several minutes long strip tease. She’s sliding down that pole from A-List to C-List faster than Lindsay Lohan, and Lohan had a whole lotta more fun doing it.

Jason Sudeikis stars as Dave – a minor league pot dealer in Denver, who is in trouble. He got robbed before he can pay off the local crime lord, Brad Gurdlinger (Ed Helms), so he’s in the hole about $43,000. Without any hope of collecting that money again, Dave agrees to head to Mexico and bring back Brad’s latest shipment of the Mary Jane, but it won’t be easy sneaking across the border.

Dave comes up with a plan that seems too good to be true. He figured families are always left alone and treated better by everyone, so Dave hires a “family” to fool the border agents. Who is joining him on this trip?

His “wife”, played by the stripper who lives in Dave’s building and hates him, Rose (Jennifer Aniston).

His “daughter”, played by a local homeless runaway, Casey (Emma Roberts).

And, last but not least, his “son” played by the nerdy kid who lives in the building as well, Kenny (Will Poulter).

Is this foolhardy plan foolproof?

When We’re The Millers is being as naughty, nasty and inappropriate as it can be, this is a funny movie. Then, the 4-person writing team goes and ruins it by trying to give the movie heart that is false and contrived.

Director Rawson Marshall Thurber and the cast get it. When they get a chance to let loose with the expletives, the outrageous statements, the meanness and the craziness, We’re The Millers is hilarious. With the exception of Kenny, these people are a bit deplorable and opportunistic, no matter how much the writers want to inject more humanity and endearing sadness in their lives and character.

Frankly, it’s funnier if I don’t feel bad for them, because tugging at our heart strings is the same old manipulative junk you have seen a million times before. Instead of being lovable losers who got dealt a bad hand in the game of life, just let them be losers with crassness and brutal honesty when expressing their desires and opinions. Those are the moments that will make you laugh in We’re The Millers.

Believe it or not, Jennifer Aniston just made a movie that isn’t appalling.

We’re The Millers is rated R for crude sexual content, pervasive language, drug material and brief graphic nudity