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		Tammy 
		(3/10) 
		by Tony 
		Medley 
		Runtime 
		96 minutes. 
		Not for 
		children. 
		There 
		was a movie named Tammy and the Bachelor in 1957. Starring Debbie 
		Reynolds, it was a charming romance and featured an eponymous no. 1 hit. 
		It was sung over the opening credits by the Ames Bros., and then later 
		in the movie by Reynolds, who got the hit. It was sweet and funny. 
		When 
		you see that this movie is co-produced by Will Ferrell, who seems bent 
		on destroying comedy as we know it, it will come as no surprise that 
		this Tammy has no relationship to Debbie’s Tammy. 
		Where 
		Debbie’s Tammy was beautiful and sweet and innocent, Melissa McCarthy’s 
		Tammy is of meager intelligence, gross, and vulgar. Worse, director Ben 
		Falcone (McCarthy’s husband) can’t seem to decide if he’s making a 
		vulgar comedy or a film of maturation and relationships. The result is 
		neither. 
		There 
		don’t seem to be any high moral values that are emphasized; rather 
		anomie is glorified. Susan Sarandon plays an alcoholic, oversexed 
		grandmother who is so over-the-top she destroys credulity, not that the 
		movie had any anyway. She acts shamelessly and it’s played for laughs 
		(unsuccessfully). Undoubtedly due to Ferrell’s influence, the movie goes 
		out of its way to be crude. 
		The 
		last movie in which I saw McCarthy, 
		Identity Thief (2013),
		surprised me because it was so funny. So I started this movie 
		programmed to laugh, which I did at the beginning. My companion at the 
		movie nailed it. She said, “It was good for the first six minutes and 
		then it started downhill.” And, like a rock, the downhill roll kept 
		gaining speed so that with 30 minutes left I was in agony, praying for a 
		mercifully quick termination. But thinking about it after the ordeal 
		finally ended, I think I was laughing at the beginning because I was 
		expecting to laugh, not because it was funny. 
		There 
		are many small roles, indeed little more than cameos, by stars such as 
		Allison Janney, Kathy Bates, Sandra Oh, Dan Aykroyd, and Toni Collette, 
		but they add nothing to the movie, so puerile are the story, script, and 
		directing. 
		There 
		were some outtakes interspersed with the end credits. I stayed for the 
		first few but they were no better than the movie, so I didn’t stay for 
		the rest of the outtakes. |