You know what this movie does? It makes you laugh. Melissa McCarthy puts on some ridiculous head gear, you grin and blow air through your nostrils a little harder than usual. Kristin Wiig gets slimed by ghost after ghost, you gag, and you chuckle. Leslie Jones opens her mouth, you try unsuccessfully to commit her lines to memory while you LOL . (Ugh, I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again.) Kate McKinnon licks her guns, you narrowly save your popcorn from going overboard when you slap your knee in hilarity. Throw in the objectification of that Hemsworth bloke (who identified his character as “a Ken doll with the insides scooped out”), a “don’t take no shit from nobody—and that includes everyone from slimy ghosts to Chinese food delivery dudes” message, and a portrayal of friendship better than any girl squad you’ve ever seen, and I declare this reboot worthy.
“Then I realized high school was nothing like Sixteen Candles, and I’ll never be like Molly Ringwald.”
The Rock said that. Wearing a unicorn shirt, jorts, and a leather fanny pack.
I’m a certified, card-carrying Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson fan, Kevin Hart is a child-sized party, and the tag line for this movie (Saving the world takes a little hart and a big Johnson) is on point, so I give it five out of seven stars. A perfect rating.
(Holla if you get the reference.)
Do you know what? This movie is funny. Bleedin’ hilarious.
“You really think you’re ready for the field? I once used defibrillators on myself. I put shards of glass in my eye. I’ve jumped from a high-rise building using only a raincoat as a parachute and broke both legs upon landing; I still had to pretend I was in a Cirque du Soleil show! I’ve swallowed enough microchips and shit them back out again to make a computer. This arm has been ripped off completely and re-attached with *this* arm.” —Rick Ford