The listless and uninspiring Tammy is one of the worst films of the year. Tammy is one of those films you can see coming a mile away, a trainwreck whose strong cast could have prevented but sadly occurs because its driver is too enamored with her own creation to notice the obvious faults.
Tammy (Melissa McCarthy) has had a really bad day: a deer hits her car, she loses her job, and finds her husband (Nat Faxon) screwing one of their friends (Toni Colletti). When she runs down the street to her mother (a way to young-looking Allison Janney), she makes contact with her senile grandmother Pearl (Susan Sarandon), who begs Tammy to take her on a roadtrip to Niagara Falls. Along the way, the two meet father-son duo Earl (Gary Cole) and Bobby (Mark Duplass), who are going through their own issues. Together with Pearl's friend Lenore (Kathy Bates), Tammy learns that most of her life's failures can no longer be attributed to other people, and that her future happiness is dependent entirely upon herself.
Identity Thief, McCarthy, one would guess that she is being pigeonholed by a Hollywood that must think very low of her, until you consider that Tammy was written and produced by her. And the plot thickens. I'm going to stay away from making any further conclusions here, but you get my point.
22 Jump Street and Neighbors, go see them again rather than taking a chance on Tammy - your gamble will result in 1 hour and 25 minutes of your life lost. It's one of the worst movies of 2014, and a clear indication that McCarthy needs a career reset. Tammy is rated R for language and sexual situations.
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