And I’m writing this through a wall of scratched hands and aching fingers, because cement burn is no joke and is not confined to those who work with it on a daily basis. More on that another day, no doubt.
In the meantime, tonight’s film.
* Spoilers, once again I warn you of the spoilers *
‘Tammy’ is a stonker of a film, starring Melissa McCarthy, Susan Sarandon, Allison Janney, Kathy Bates, Sandra Oh, Toni Collette and I’m sure there are some chaps in it, too. Indeed, as the manager of the diner, there’s Ben Falcone, a great writer, director, actor and husband to Melissa McCarthy.
She rules, incidentally.
So, Tammy is stuck in something of a loser job, working in a diner. She drives in a slightly wrecked car, and manages to hit a deer on her way into work. Of course, she’s late and looks like holy hell by the time she gets there. Her boss, uninterested in her excuses, fires her, so she sets off to the homestead, after throwing a decent number of ketchup packets at him and running her pre-licked hands over the ready prepared burgers.
On arriving home, watching the road through her rolled down window because there’s no way she can see through the windscreen, she finds that her husband has cooked, for the first time ever, for the neighbour-lady with whom he’s having an affair.
In fact, Tammy’s life has turned to poop in the space of a singularly awful morning. So, she walks down the street, with a semi-broken suitcase of her belongings, to her mother’s house. Her mother is Allison Janney, and although she feels for her daughter and her predicament, she doesn’t want to loan her a car. Years of experience of Tammy’s life going wrong have taught her a) the car won’t come back in one piece, and b) she’ll only get ten miles outside of town before turning back to complain a little more.
Tammy’s grandmother, Susan Sarandon, has a whole host of medical conditions and a glint of wanderlust. She has no intention of staying with her own daughter any longer if there is the option of a road trip. Although, somewhat disinclined to take her grandmother to her unplanned destination, it turns out that she has a decent wad of cash, so Pearl can come along. Pearl is something of a bad influence, but a wonderful one.
The sight of Melissa McCarthy on a jet ski is one of the greatest joys in life.
Just making this all about me for a moment: there are a great many acting styles, I am sure there are many more than I could begin to guess at, although I have read Stanislavsky, at an earlier and more delusional age.
Using the widest spectrum possible, I have a great admiration for the full-on, in-your-face, energy and pratfalls of Melissa McCarthy, and the emotional depth she brings is both unexpected and joyous. She is an amazing actress, and I have nothing but time for her.
At the other extreme, one of my favourite actors is Keith Carradine. Laid back, louche and debonair, I could watch anything he’s done for days at a time.
I have no doubt, my people at Movie Night will love ‘Tammy’. As previously reported, they aren’t especially fond of swearing but they seem to make an exception for Melissa McCarthy films.
So far, we’ve had ‘Spy’, ‘The Heat’ and ‘The Boss’, and they’ve been entirely bowled over each and every time.
Indeed, I was asked to show ‘Tammy’ by someone who caught the first half on a flight from central Europe but an unintended conversation with a chap from the Provence robbed her of the ending.