Comedy 96 July 2, 2014
Tammy, on the other hand, loves McCarthy too much, but it's obliged to: Her husband did direct, after all. Here McCarthy — who co-wrote with spouse Ben Falcone — plays dumb rather than badass. Her Tammy is a small-town schlump so addlebrained she's never heard of Neil Armstrong, doesn't know how to pronounce “Mark Twain,” and decides the best way to scare up a couple grand in a crisis is to hold up a fast-food joint. When you see her gliding along on a Jet Ski, you know she'll be crashing it immediately, which might be why Tammy doesn't even bother showing exactly what happens, opting instead for sloppy cutting and some screams.
Even if all that were funny, Tammy would still be a tough sit. Falcone's film is an unsteady mix of broad comedy and indie heart, asking us first to roar at Tammy's ignorance and outrageousness and then to be moved at this lovable misfit muddling toward love, maturity, and a better life. It's like if Sideways starred Ron Burgundy: Who could believe in his minor emotional growth?