Sandra Bullock is a highly watchable actress and she seems like she’d be fun to hang out with — I have no idea why I think that; I just do — but, Jesus, how does she choose her movies? With a blindfold and pin? Sure, she won an Oscar for The Blind Side, during which she dragged around that poor black boy as if he were a tired old circus bear, and there was Speed and After You Were Sleeping, but The Proposal? Premonition? Speed 2? Two Weeks Notice? I suppose you think I’m going to add: ‘And now this?’ which I am, although not unreservedly. It’s not all bad. It’s possibly only half bad. Perhaps when she was poised with pin, the blindfold shifted? And she saw out of one eye, at least?
The Heat stars Ms Bullock and Melissa McCarthy as two cops — an FBI agent and a Boston detective — forced to work together, and appears to combine all the mainstream Hollywood formulas there are, or at least three: The Comedy Cop Movie; The Buddy Movie; The Rom-Com.
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