‘‘We’re the Millers,” the last and least of the big R-rated comedies of the summer of 2013, establishes a few hard truisms for the viewer to chew on.
Jennifer Aniston, playing a stripper and delivering a scantily-clad striptease in a couple of scenes, is one well-preserved example of Hollywood womanhood.
Jason Sudeikis of “Saturday Night Live” remains a high-quality second banana, a guy who can add a little something to others’ scenes but is utterly incapable of carrying a movie.
And director Rawson Marshall Thurber’s “Dodgeball” is, with the passage of time, looking more and more like a Vince Vaughn/Ben Stiller fluke.
This lumbering farce is about David, a never-grew-up pot dealer (Sudeikis) forced to make a run to Mexico to pick up a big order for his demented drug smuggler boss (Ed Helms). So David enlists some neighbors to pose as his “family” so he can rent an RV, act like a dopey dad on vacation and get his dope across the border.
Aniston is “Rose,” a testy, financially strapped stripper about to be evicted from David’s building. Her desperation doesn’t make her like this creep.
“You can’t BUY me.
“I’m not buying you. I’m renting you, like ‘Pretty Woman.’”
“She was a PROSTITUTE.”
Will Poulter (“The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader”) is Kenny, the goofy, virginal neighbor kid whose mom apparently ditched him in their apartment.
And Emma Roberts is the sexiest, Goth-est and most put-together “homeless” teen you’ve ever seen, hired to play David’s daughter.
They travel like a real family and bicker like a real family and, once they’ve got an RV load of pot, panic like a real family — “I will TURN this RV around immediately, no drugs for ANYone!” — as they face bribe-seeking Federales (Luis Guzman), cliched Mexican gangsters (Tomer Sisley, Matthew Willig) and dorky and clueless fellow RV travelers (Nick Offerman, Kathryn Hahn and Molly C. Quinn).