Drugdealer, stripper, virgin, runaway, that’s the Millers. I didn’t expect much when I went to see We’re the Millers, I only knew it would be a comedy.
I didn’t know Jason Sudeikis, who was playing David Clark (drugdealer). I did know Emma Roberts (Casey Mathis, runaway), Will Poulter (Kenny Rossmore, virgin) and, of course, Jennifer Aniston (Rose O’Reilly, stripper). They all hate each other but end up pretending to be a family. Endless arguing and bickering. Lousy sexist jokes and not so funny jokes about something else. Plenty of troubles and some dead people. And in the end the bad guys end up in the hand of the police force.
I remember Will Poulter from the movie The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. In that movie he was smaller and played a very annoying boy Eustace Scrubb, the cousin of the Pevensie children. In We’re the Millers he is a teenager but his manners are the same.
When I watched the film I was thinking, in all honesty, “what am I doing here”. We’re the Millers was not a movie for me. I’m not into miserable sexist jokes or potty humour. I know why I went to see it, because of Jennifer Aniston. I always fall into the illusion that she makes watchable movies because she was so good in Friends. I must say that Jennifer Aniston looks so good and she’s beautiful. But why does she make so crappy movies? Her movies are always something like We’re the Millers, mediocre and not so funny comedies. I’m sorry, I don’t like.
But there was something good in We’re the Millers. In the beginning, forced to be a family, these lonely people end up loving each other and that’s a nice thing.