Warner Bros. Pictures In “Life of the Party,” Melissa McCarthy stars as Deanna, a divorced mom who re-enrolls in college 23 years after dropping out of school to raise a kid.
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Talented McCarthy continues string of sub-par films
Michael O'Sullivan | Washington Post
'Life of the Party' *1/2
When Melissa McCarthy, as the newly divorced, 40-something mom Deanna in “Life of the Party,” decides to re-enroll in college, my seatmate at a recent screening turned to me with a question about McCarthy's choice of major: “What the heck is she going to do with a degree in archaeology?”
But I'm troubled by a deeper, and more existential, mystery: Why can't McCarthy seem to make a decent movie?
Since her 2011 breakout performance in “Bridesmaids” as the loopy Megan, the actress has starred in a string of poorly reviewed duds, including “Tammy” and “The Boss” – both movies that, like this one, McCarthy co-wrote and produced with her husband, Ben Falcone. Falcone, who also directed all three, likes to give himself small, and only mildly amusing, parts in each one. Here, he's a sensitive Uber driver who lends Deanna an ear after her caddish husband (Matt Walsh) leaves her for another woman (Julie Bowen), precipitating the action of the film.
There have been exceptions to McCarthy's troubled track record. “Spy,” the 2015 film in which McCarthy portrayed a nebbishy, deskbound CIA bureaucrat who goes undercover as a field operative, was surprisingly entertaining. And yet despite occasional flashes of comic genius over the years, as when she impersonated former White House press secretary Sean Spicer in several “Saturday Night Live” sketches, McCarthy hasn't consistently managed to carry a major motion picture. More accurately, the movies she has chosen to make don't live up to her considerable abilities.
As evidence, “Life of the Party” is a largely laugh-free exercise in cliche, in which we watch a middle-aged woman, clad in ugly sweatshirts and mom glasses, attempt to get her groove back as a student, 23 years after dropping out of school to raise a kid. Most of the comedy, which milks yuks from a tired, generational fish-out-of-water shtick, comes from seeing Deanna interact with her embarrassed daughter Maddie (Molly Gordon) and the sorority sisters at the school they all attend.
Bizarrely, Deanna's depressive, goth-y roommate is played by “SNL's” Heidi Gardner, who, at 34, seems way to old to pass for an undergrad, even an especially mopey one. Gillian Jacobs, 35, also appears as a student, but at least her character is said to have been in a coma for eight years.
After sitting through this film, it's a feeling I can relate to.
Many of the jokes that McCarthy and Falcone have crafted – if “crafted” is even the right word – aim squarely for the crotch, as when an errant racquetball hits Deanna's friend (Maya Rudolph) in the groin, leading to exactly as much mirth as that experience suggests. Other wisecracks involve groaning sex-organ puns: “va-Google” and the archeaology-themed “dig-head.” (No advanced degrees for these wordsmiths, whose level of humor is middle school at best.)
One recurring gag involves Deanna's sexual involvement with a hunky student (Luke Benward). When it's pointed out that she's more than twice his age, the intended laughs fail to arrive, supplanted by a cringing wave of unease.
The problem is that McCarthy is, for all intents and purposes, the foil here, playing the sensible nerd to an ensemble of weirdos that includes a sorority sister (Jessie Ennis) who insists on calling Deanna “Glenn” (after, for some reason, Glenn Close) and saying things like, “make lemons out of lemonade.” Relegating McCarthy to the role of the comedic “straight man” is yet another odd career choice. Deanna keeps reassuring her fellow party-hearty students that she is “down to clown,” but McCarthy, it seems, never got the memo.