Funny lady Melissa McCarthy is teaming up with the Oscar winning Sandra Bullock to kick crime right in the junk. The Heat brings these two together under the direction of Bridesmaids director Paul Feig and it so desperately wants to be the next great chapter in girl comedy, or at least it feels that way. There is so much comedic talent in this movie, it’s bursting at the seams. Prepare to play: ‘hey I know that person’ the entire time , but don’t expect anything to get you rolling out of your seat laughing.
The real issue is that, just like Bridesmaids was called the girl version of The Hangover, The Heat is a girl version of Hot Fuzz. While Bridesmaids could arguably be said to be better than The Hangover (I’m saying that, trust me, it holds up better and doesn’t have a bunch of shitty sequels), Hot Fuzz is far superior to The Heat. It also doesn’t help that The Heat suffers from the same problem that plagued the Hangover series, the true ‘comedic’ characters.
As funny as Alan was, at a certain point you have to stop and wonder if you’re laughing at jokes or laughing at the mental problems of someone who genuinely needs help. Unfortunately both Melissa McCarthy and Sandra Bullock’s characters were borderline mentally disturbed. Bullock’s problems are revealed to be the outcome of a traumatic childhood and as funny as it was in the opening that she ‘borrows’ the neighbor’s cat at times because she’s lonely, it’s really not funny when she moves to Boston, taking the framed pictures of her and the cat that isn’t hers with her.
Melissa McCarthy’s character, while humanized near the end, spends most of the movie acting so ridiculous that it’s impossible to take what is trying so hard to be a serious cop movie that is also filled with jokes seriously. For a buddy cop comedy, there is very little action and what is in the movie is often too realistic for any of the jokes surrounding it to land. The Heat seems to struggle with whether or not it wants to take place is a real world or a comically exaggerated one.
Too many jokes fall flat because of the decisions made to frame them. In one scene, after being stabbed in the leg, Sandra Bullock is dragging herself across the floor on her stomach to where she needs to be and all I could think of is how infected that wound must be at this point, because that was not a clean floor. A dumb nitpick, I know, but when you take into account that she didn’t do this after being stabbed, but after driving to another location and not stopping to take the 30 seconds to cover her wound, it stops being such a small detail.
As much as I laughed at The Heat, I still walked out of the theater unsatisfied with the overall experience. That’s not to say that it’s a bad movie, it’s just such a mediocre movie that happens to also make you laugh enough that it’s easy to forget those long stretches where you’re sitting there uncomfortable hoping something funny happens again. The Heat is serviceable, but there is no way that I can recommend seeing it in the theater while two fantastic comedies released just in the weeks prior. It’s a shame that the sheer star and comedy power here couldn’t make The Heat a better movie.
In Theaters: June 28, 2013
Runtime: 117 min
Rating: Rated R forpervasive language, strong crude content and some violence.
Director: Paul Feig
Cast: Sandra Bullock, Melissa McCarthy
Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime
Distributor: 20th Century Fox
Official Site: http://www.theheatmovie.com/#/