We’re the Millers
We’re the Millers is a refreshing diversion from a summer platter of Superheroes, Robots, Zombies and annoying blue creatures. It plays like a modern National Lampoon’s Vacation film with raunchier, edgier material, while maintaining a family-comes-first message. But make no mistake about it, this isn’t a movie for the younglings.
David Clark (Jason Sudeikis), is a small-time drug dealer caught in a tough position with his boss/supplier. David is robbed of his “merchandise” and cash when attempting to prevent the mugging of a homeless teenager, Casey (Emma Roberts). David’s boss, Brad Gurdlinger (Ed Helms), expects payment, but will forgive the debt plus add a hefty payday if David smuggles a “smidgeon” of pot across the Mexico border.
David has no experience in the drug smuggling business, but while devising a plan, he and a do-good neighbor kid named Kenny (Will Poulter) notice a family RV receive very little “interest” from a traffic cop. An idea is born. David hires Casey and Kenny, along with Rose O’Reilly (Jennifer Aniston), a local stripper who could use the cash to settle her own financial woes. The Miller’s family-up and head to Mexico.
A small amount of pot turns into an RV stuffed full of pot, but the Millers are determined to cash-in. Along the way, the Millers are chased by an upset Mexican Cartel and are inadvertently buddied up with an overzealous RV family, of which the father just so happens to be a DEA agent.
We’re the Millers pushes the raunchy humor without being just plain gross. The most memorable scenes involve Will Poulter in an uncomfortable kissing scene with “mom” and “sis”, and laugh-out-loud spider bite in the family jewels. Poulter’s baby-boy looks are perfectly cast in this role. Then there’s Jason Sudeikis, who’s been silently sitting in a corner waiting for this movie. He shines as David Clark in a performance reminiscent of that other Clark (Griswold), minus the family-first mantra, though he eventually learns the value of a strong family bond. Jennifer Aniston has found her niche in these r-rated comedies and no one’s complaining about her stripping scenes around here.
It’s not something your going to want to gather around with as a family, but it’s got an oddly warm family message about it. Director Rawson Marshall Thurber does a fine job inserting something different into a summer box office rife with big budget blockbusters. We’re the Millers is for the less conservative movie-goer hungry for something funny.