Girls, if you can sit through the movie’s 100 minutes of explosions and crazy filthy jokes, you’ll earn MAJOR points with your boyfriends!
Make no mistake about it — MacGruber earns its R-rating. The blood splatter is plentiful, the dialogue is unimaginably crude, and if you have any moral objection to a grown man parading around pantsless with a stalk of celery wedged up his butt, then God help you. As movies based on SNL sketches tend to be either hit (Wayne’s World) or miss (The Ladies’ Man), I decided to go into MacGruber with low expectations — and boy was I pleased. This movie is awesome.
For those unfamiliar with MacGruber, the movie is based on the popular Saturday Night Live sketch about a special operations agent named MacGruber (Will Forte) who finds new ways to diffuse bombs (or fail to do so) using every day household items. If it sounds a lot like MacGyver… well, that’s because it’s supposed to.
Along with his trusty sidekick Vicki St. Elmo (Kristen Wiig), MacGruber is joined on the big screen by Lt. Dixon Piper (a surprisingly well-timed Ryan Phillippe) in a deadly mission to stop the evil Dieter Von Cunth (Val Kilmer.) Kristen’s awkward quirkiness is in full force and is responsible for most of the movie’s non-MacGruber laughs.
But the beauty of MacGruber‘s humor is that it doesn’t rely on the same one-liners and played out scenarios that keep us laughing week after week on SNL. There’s really only one scene that finds Vicki spouting her frantic catchphrases (“You got it, MacGruber!” etc.) while the rest of the movie introduces us to a different side of MacGruber, one that’s equal parts perverted and hysterical. Will seriously out-does himself in this one.
Other MacGruber highlights include a hilarious performance from SNL vet Maya Rudolph as MacGruber’s dead (yet still sexually ravenous) wife, plus ridiculous cameos from WWE superstars. Oh, that’s another way you can earn brownie points with your boyfriends — when the WWE guys appear on screen during the team-assembling montage, pretend you know who they are. Just keep shouting out “Chris Jericho” and “Big Show” until you eventually land on the right one. Your man will immediately get over his commitment issues, guaranteed.
Now you tell me: Did you see MacGruber yet? Drop me a comment and tell me what you thought — is my review dead on, or did you hate this movie with a fiery passion? Type away!
— Andy Swift