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An alcoholic sociopath in a Bozo fright wig (Melissa McCarthy) uses money she electronically pilfers from middle class schmucks to buy strangers rounds of drinks in hope of winning a friend. One of her victims (Jason Bateman) gets wise to the con and -- for some inexplicable reason known only to the screenwriter -- must cart “Slobbin’ Hood” cross-country to help prove to his boss that he’s not a crook.
Don’t blame the Apatow connection for this one. Director Seth Gordon (Four Christmases, Horrible Bosses) steals a few chapters from the John Hughes playbook as he tries in vain to transform McCarthy into this generation's’ John Candy. The problem is John Candy was a dandy comedian, not Chris Farley with a vagina.
Per usual, the shameless third act pathos (and the obligatory sow’s ear makeover) prove funnier than any of the stuff passing for comedy that precedes it.
Reader Rating: Zero stars
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An alcoholic sociopath in a Bozo fright wig (Melissa McCarthy) uses money she electronically pilfers from middle class schmucks to buy strangers rounds of drinks in hope of winning a friend. One of her victims (Jason Bateman) gets wise to the con and -- for some inexplicable reason known only to the screenwriter -- must cart “Slobbin’ Hood” cross-country to help prove to his boss that he’s not a crook.
Don’t blame the Apatow connection for this one. Director Seth Gordon (Four Christmases, Horrible Bosses) steals a few chapters from the John Hughes playbook as he tries in vain to transform McCarthy into this generation's’ John Candy. The problem is John Candy was a dandy comedian, not Chris Farley with a vagina.
Per usual, the shameless third act pathos (and the obligatory sow’s ear makeover) prove funnier than any of the stuff passing for comedy that precedes it.
Reader Rating: Zero stars
Click for showtimes.