Tammy (2014) Review

Have you seen the new comedy, Tammy, starring Melissa McCarthy? The trailer framed it as this ridiculously hilarious comedic endeavor about a woman who is dumped by her husband, loses her job, totals her car, packs up grandma along with her $6,700 and spiffy wheels to hit the road. As it turns out, grandma is a sex-feigned, alcoholic, party animal with diabetes. Who says post menopause is a drag?

I can't knock the celebrities starring along side McCarthy like Susan Sarandon, Kathy Bates and Sandra Oh. Perhaps the let down in Tammy is the lack of hysteria that she brought with Sandra Bullock in The Heat. Sure, The Heat is McCarthy's debut film as lead actress, but there is something about a veteran sharing a lead role--the two feed off each other and that laugh-out-loud until-your-abs-are-screaming-fiercely-with-tears-streaming-down-your-cheeks, is birthed. The only disappointing factor after viewing this ingenius comedic artwork, because you are left in stitches the first time, a second and sometimes third viewing is in the works since one hysterical line after another is missed due to the belly laugh.

Tammy is a flop in comparison.

The guts of the film comes at the end when grandma loses control and has a moment of liquid courage when she throws Tammy's weight in her face and says, "who would want to be with you?" The hurt feelings of the I hate you, you're such a mean grandma springs before Tammy's self-actualization arises. Yes, I am miserable. What am I going to do about it? 

Jet to Niagara Falls with the new man in my life and eat a Cheeto. It's a blockbuster flop in my book.