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Some nice gags … We're the Millers. Photograph: Michael Tackett
Some nice gags … We're the Millers. Photograph: Michael Tackett

We're the Millers – review

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A small-time drug dealer hires three misfits to pose as a squeaky-clean family in this goofy road movie

Bob Fisher and Steve Faber co-wrote the successful but charmless Owen Wilson/Vince Vaughn romp Wedding Crashers in 2005. This is better: a genial broad comedy directed by Rawson Marshall Thurber (who gave us Dodgeball) about a small-time drug dealer who must appease a crime kingpin by bringing a vast amount of marijuana into the US from Mexico. He figures he won't get stopped at the border if he rents an RV and hires three dysfunctional misfits so they can all pose as a squeaky-clean family. Jason Sudeikis is the bogus drug-dealing "dad"; Jennifer Aniston is the broke lapdancer Rose who agrees to be his beaming, wholesome wife, and mom to their two fake kids. It's a goofy road movie with some nice gags. Hang on for the outtake bloopers over the credits and you'll see Aniston momentarily unsure how to take a joke at her expense.

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