Jesus, comedy is hard. It must be because this wasn't funny. Wouldn't Jennifer Aniston be the world's oldest stripper? She looked as fake as the fake rubber snake-bit frank and beans. Please don't have strippers in your movie without nudity. That's just dumb. With this flick, the director Rawson Marshall Thurber has proven he is fully qualified to be the terrible and unfunny Judd Apatow's piss boy. At best,
We're the Millers was like
From Dusk till Dawn without Clooney and Tarantino,
Up in Smoke without the dopey comedy, and
What Alice Found without the good parts.
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