Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get worse or less funny, the abysmally contrived Identity Thief introduced a car chase, a move for which the phrase “insult to injury” surely was invented.
Identity Thief wastes both Melissa McCarthy and Jason Bateman in a road-trip comedy that produces more grimaces than laughs.
R for sexual content and language
For 27 years, Robert Denerstein was the film critic at The Rocky Mountain News. Read more of Robert's reviews at Denerstein Unleashed.
Maybe McCarthy (Bridesmaids and This is 40) is best in small doses. Here, she comes close to wearing out her welcome as Diana, a Florida-based thief who steals other people’s identities and uses their credit card info to finance wanton spending sprees.
A woeful script has Diana stealing the identity of Sandy Paterson (Bateman), a Denver-based husband and father. Threatened with bankruptcy and the loss of a new job, Sandy decides to travel to Florida to corral his nemesis, bring her back to Colorado and save what’s left of his crumbling life and shattered reputation.
The cross-country trip is supposed to be excruciating for Bateman’s Sandy, but it’s equally painful for us as director Seth Gordon wades through a large pile of gag garbage, which includes car carnage and Diana’s encounter with a horny widower named Big Chuck (Eric Stonestreet). Meanwhile, Diana is being pursued by a sleazy skip tracer (Robert Patrick) and two assassins (Genesis Rodriguez and T.I.) who operate on orders from a guy in prison.
Don’t ask whether any of this tracks. Like just about everything else in this brashly distasteful comedy, very little makes sense.
You can tell the movie will flounder right from the start. Sandy, who’s supposed to be a financial guy, improbably and foolishly falls for an obvious ruse. He gives his name and Social Security number to Diana, who poses as an official who calls to tell him that someone’s trying to mess with his credit.
How likely is it that a guy who manages the finances of an investment company wouldn’t do a bit of investigating before turning over his Social Security number?
Of course, credibility wouldn’t matter if Identity Thief produced sufficient laughs as Diana and Sandy work their way toward Denver.
McCarthy can be very funny, and she certainly knows how to steal a scene, but her one-note truculence gets old when spread over 111 minutes. Poor Bateman. He winds up in the thankless job of straight man, as well as the butt of dumb jokes about his character’s masculinity.
Not unexpectedly, this mess of a road trip takes a few sentimental turns that are supposed to make us like Diana, despite the fact that she’s a pathological liar and felon.
Vulgar jokes, crashed cars and sentiment? McCarthy and Bateman, two actors who know how to be funny, deserved better.