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Director : Ben Falcone
Year Of Release : 2014
Principal Cast : Melissa McCarthy, Susan Sarandon, Allison Janney, Kathy Bates, Dan Ackroyd, Sandra Oh, Gary Cole, Mark Duplass, Toni Collette, Nat Faxon, Ben Falcone.
Approx Running Time : 96 Minutes
Synopsis: Deadbeat daughter Tammy and her drunken, near-death grandmother abscond on a cross-country journey of self-discovery.
What we think : Loud, abrasive, unfunny – and that’s just McCarthy – Tammy proves once more that her one-note character, a tub-o-lard rough diamond, has run its course. After portraying the same character in her entire theatrical career, it’s time for audiences to turn their backs on this unfunny, obnoxiously inward-looking comedienne. Tammy’s only saving grace is a nice performance by Susan Sarandon (who must have figured this would be an easy paycheck); the rest of the film is an awkward, largely unfunny roller-coaster of McCarthy’s vulgar schtick swerving from one situation to another in a vain attempt to make us laugh.
If I’m honest, I went into this film with exceptionally low expectations. If I was lucky, I’d be nicely surprised. If, however, things panned out as I expected, Tammy would be yet another skin-crawlingly obnoxious performance by Melissa McCarthy, a woman whose only act is to behave with such uneven focus and relatively vulgar manner, her roles in each of her films to-date could be summarized exactly the same. No doubt Americans find overweight people funny in that inward-looking self-deprecating way, a little like the late Chris Farley (whom I would categorize as a male McCarthy if he wasn’t around a lot earlier, doing practically the same thing), but today’s audiences obviously have a lower appreciation for fat jokes and a grimy, unkempt overweight woman trying for giggles on the big screen. I don’t mean to be mean, but a part of me watches McCarthy’s act and wonders if she’s ever considered shedding some bulk so she can keep making films for longer (Oh, did I just admit that?), or whether she’s so attuned to her “I’m fat, so laugh at me” routine it’s just a fate accompli. Either way, Tammy represents another over-accomplishment for the increasingly widescreen performer, as it hurls itself at the screen with a vapid, irritating sonic howl that refuses to die for the duration of its running time. Yeah, Tammy’s terrible.