If that’s all you’ve seen of McCarthy’s work before “The Heat“, you are in for a shock. She reverses roles in this Friday’s Hollywood release; she’s in law enforcement now. As Detective Mullins in Paul Feig’s film, McCarthy is in no danger of whispering sweet nothings in her lovers’ ears. She curses and crushes; she plays Russian roulette with a suspect’s balls. If lovable Molly’s students were to see her now, they would be scarred for life.
And in case you were wondering why I haven’t mentioned Bullock till now, that’s because McCarthy easily outshines America’s sweetheart. Bullock is good (as usual) but McCarthy is better.
Bullock reprises her “Miss Congeniality” role as the hard-nosed loner FBI agent (although not going undercover as a beauty pageant contestant) in pursuit of a Boston drug lord. At stake is a promotion but first, she must team up with the irascible Mullins. The two don’t see eye to eye on anything — interrogation techniques, using curtains for windows or the edibility of week-old sandwiches.
Don’t worry too much about the film’s plot – it’s predictable. It’s an R-rated comedy and it’s easy to see why. There’re enough four-letter words (mostly courtesy McCarthy); a flashback to Bullock’s bus-driving initiation in “Speed” (here, she rushes to the rescue of a diner choking in a restaurant); and bullets, blood and brotherhood to satisfy your Hollywood movie testosterone needs.
But who needs heroes? McCarthy and Bullock are an oddball pair with top-notch chemistry. “The Heat” pulled in $40 million at the North American box office this weekend and rumour has it work has begun on a sequel. And that’s a movie I would watch.