Tammy

Crushed by the impact of three significant life altering events, young Tammy (Melissa McCarthy) hits the road with Grandma (Susan Sarandon), destination, Niagara Falls, fuel intake, anything containing alcohol, issues, several issues present themselves, confidence, emphatic, invective, and sworn, tested through the pertinence of picturesque pit-stops, cavorted, as night descends, and the juniper flushes its aromatic cones.

Lessons learned.

Hold-ups congenialized.

Hydrosonic viking burials.

The modest and the mouthpiece.

Fashionably fermenting a fetching frisky fawn, mobilizing jail-time while standardizing the getaway, Tammy transitions both its tempers and its testaments, to lampoon highs in earnest, while pinpointing the pressures, of barometric bonds.

Co-written by McCarthy (also written by director Ben Falcone), I think she can do better.

It's alright, but a long way from Anchorman 2. 

I was searching for a feel-good slightly raunchy twirl-a-whirl summertime swing, and Tammy synchronously delivered.

That's what it did.

Was thinking of my favourite films of Summer earlier that day and The Great Outdoors popped into my head, which fit well.

Thought more could have been done with Gary Cole.

Another Brady Bunch sequel?

Written by Ms. McCarthy?

There's got to be a market for another Brady Bunch film.

From the White House, to Alaska.

Or, Kansas.

Down on the farm.