Nasty as she wants to be.
Horrible Bosses is a sub-bromance buddy condundrum flick wherein three bros decide to help each other out by murdering each others Horrible Boss. For laffs, there is much playing against type, save for Bateman who is in default factory setting–ever the flustered professional. Jason Sudekis, playing against type, is a nice guy pussyhound that women cannot resist. He says things like “I have to go see that girl about her vagina heh heh” and his creepiness is flat, and there is no buying it–either as the creep or as a dude that women want to ride like a mechanic bull. Surely he has been a nice guy his whole life and/or he is so eternally typecast as hapless virgin dork/befuddled middle manager/wackidoo cop that being someone who commands power with their weiner is just beyond his his range. Also, the part is totally, clearly, written for Ryan Reynolds, but perhaps they spent the entire Horrible Bosses budge on Aniston, so RR was off the table.
Also, playing against type is Jennifer Aniston, who I am guessing saw this as part of an image reboot, as she’s on year 12 of roles where she has to prove she is a hottie and not a horseface or w/e, and here she goes for the vamp role. Her role is like a trying too hard/too late comeback to the idea we have all accepted of “yeah, of course Brad Pitt left you for Angelina Jolie, duh.” She’s trying to sex her way out of the good girl shadows by fellating a banana on the big screen. Aniston’s entire dialogue seems to have been cobbled from Penthouse Forum Letters, except instead of being like, an insatiable horny housewife coming on to the carpenter, she’s a sexually harrassing, chronicly masturbating dentist who trots around her office in La Perla undies. I bet she thought it would be a real shocker or parlay into some new station in the collective American-mall-movie-mind if she was in a film where her big lines are about fingering herself and asking someone if they will slap her in the face with their cock. Rather than being funny, it’s just weird-sad and it’s basically like she is in a particularly articulate porno movie and everyone else is in some second tier comedy that Judd Apatow turned down, but she seems unaware of that. And that these two movies are meant for “entertaintment.”
I mean, that last part is only a guess.
I laughed twice, but then again, I am sucker for an extended car-crash/chase scene. I think crazy driving is funny. This is what watching Blues Brothers too much too young will do, I suppose.