The Boss (1/10)
by Tony Medley
Runtime 90 minutes.
Not for children.
This threatens to
give nepotism a bad name. Melissa McCarthy gave her husband, Ben Falcone,
his first directing gig with the deplorable Tammy (2014) that was
worse than awful, clearly the worst thing Melissa has ever done. Falcone
admits that ďWeíre not very far removed from having to take any job that
we can findÖĒ Well, speak for yourself, Ben. Youíre lucky you have a
superstar wife, who can continue to bring in the bacon with talented
But Melissa is going
to have to realize that a lot of her success depends not on her talent
alone, but on good material and working with good people. Junk like
Tammy and this (which was also written by Falcone and McCarthy) just
does not cut it.
In this, McCarthy
plays a crude, profane business woman who has gone to jail and come out
with nothing. When she tries to get back in the game she discovers that
everyone hates her. She prevails upon Kristen Bell, who also does not
like her, to allow her to live with Kristen and her daughter, Ella
Anderson, for a while, and things go from bad to worse.
This is bubbling over
with hackneyed story lines, like the little girl who is sophisticated
and wise beyond her years. Iím getting sick of that character, the 13
year old child who is the adult and the adults who are children, that is
appearing in more and more movies nowadays.
The so-called humor
is basically limited to frank discussions of men performing sex acts on
other men. The two Chardonnay females sitting next to me were rollicking
in laughter every time McCarthy discussed this. Sorry, but shocking,
frank discussions of sex acts, that would never have found their way
into films back in the good old days of the Ď30s-Ď50s when F-bombs and
tawdry language were verboten, are neither funny nor humorous and are
inadequate substitutes for actual humor. And I am, frankly, sick to
death of hearing women mouth F-bombs. If they think that developing foul
mouths is what womenís liberation is all about, they are sadly mistaken.
Women are better than that. Men arenít yet, but it does give men
something for which to aspire. But when you can neither write nor direct
with wit and style, thatís what youíre left with, a gift from Judd
Apatow, the patriarch of todayís vulgarians.
As Iíve said of other
movies like this, thereís good news and bad news. The good news is that
itís only 90 minutes long; the bad news is that it is 90 minutes long.
Iíll close with a
personal note to Melissa. Forget writing, directing, and producing. Let
those be done by people with those talents. Stick with acting. That
worked for Cary Grant and Irene Dunne and the other comedians of
Hollywood past. It will work for you, too.