Director: Paul Feig
Cast: Melissa McCarthy, Jude Law, Rose Byrne, Jason Statham
It almost felt like Feig had the famous Bledel Test over his shoulder, watching his every move as he composed this film. And frankly, I’m glad he did. It’s rare that a movie makes itself aware of the tropes and stereotypes that exist within Hollywood and completely turns them on their heads.
Even though she can secretly kick-ass, Susan Cooper (McCarthy) has to resort to a desk job within the CIA. Even though there are mice and bats roaming the office, and birthday party celebrations sometimes interfere with her duty, Cooper is responsible for the safety of agent Bradley Fine (Law) as he goes to the field. That is until a botched mission leaves Fine presumed dead. With a dangerous arms dealer and his big-haired daughter Rayna (Byrne) aware of everyone who works as an agent, the CIA has little choice but to send in Cooper incognito. Her identities vary from a woman with a large family to a single woman with cats. She never gets to be the sexy spy she has always envisioned. However, as the mission goes on and Cooper becomes more confident, she starts forming her own identity. Meanwhile, fellow agent Rick Ford (an awesome Statham) is always on her tail, screwing things up with his over-confidence.
On paper, this could have went disastrously wrong. There were wigs and weapons involved. Thankfully, Feig takes Melissa McCarthy (and his female cast) a little more seriously and doesn’t resort to stupid out-of-shape jokes or make anyone incapable of being a hero. And even more thankfully, McCarthy is too great and intelligent to be a fumbling badinsky who doesn’t know her gun from a hole in the ground. It was also great to see Statham having some fun. Feig and McCarthy are proving to be a lethal combo. I can’t wait for the reboot of Ghostbusters.