So the new comedy from Bridesmaids director Paul Feig stars its co-star Melissa McCarthy and average comedy veteran Sandra Bullock as a rogue cop and an up tight FBI agent who team up take down drug dealers in Boston. The concept is not a new one, a tried and tested formulae that’s been used ever since the 80’s, so the idea doesn’t spark conference with its by the numbers concept. In many ways its like traveling back in time to 1989, heck even Biff Tannen makes a appearance. Despite The Heat’s retro premise, the film releases on its two starts and it conference of its jokes that are hit and miss, but surpassingly hit.
Bullock and McCarthy have great chemistry together as the unbelievable as they are in their roles but lets face it, believability is not what the film’s aiming for. What is shooting for is not clear. The buddy cop formulae is all there as their the exact opposites from each other, although Bullock’s FBI agent is a mixed bag. One minute she’s professional and straight-laced with her unnatural ability to find the things that police dogs can’t and is still seen liability. She switches to the butt of every joke as when is suits. As uneven as it feels, Bullock is a natural comedienne and makes it work while watching even if you take a step back, it doesn’t feel right.
It is also surpassing violent for a film this light. Amongst the physical comedy where characters get stabbed in the leg, bad guys getting blown up and shots to the head with more blood than most action films these days.
The Heat lives and dies on its ability to make you laugh and pleasingly it does. The jokes come think and fast and perfect for a good friday night out. It falls down when it tries to get all serious and deal with its subject matter of drugs in a way that a daytime TV drama. As far as two-hour comedies go, you could do a lot worse.