I’ve said it before and I will say it again, Melissa McCarthy is a good actor when she’s not been placed into a comedy film. A provable theory, with extra evidence given by the abysmal The Boss. A horrific comedy movie from the man that has directed three films, all of them being Melissa McCarthy comedies. I’m afraid to say it, but Ben Falcone’s career may be dead in the water, especially if he keeps churning out abysmal box office trash like this.
Following the life of Michelle Darnell, a business mogul down on her luck as her empire crashes around her, The Boss is a comedy, apparently. It follows Darnell as she begins to rebuild her empire through a girl scout cookies company, harnessing the profits to fund her sickening dream of an Orwellian America. I made that last part up, but had that happened it would’ve been a hell of a lot more of an interesting time to watch The Boss. Instead we suffer through scenes of Melissa McCarthy being “funny” and Kristen Bell standing there in bewilderment, wondering why she’s not been given a better script for a different movie.
My biggest challenge in life comes from writing about films that inspire nothing. Not anger, not enjoyment, nothing whatsoever. The Boss is one of those films, a film so bad that it’s exactly what it says on the tin, bad. American comedies as of late haven’t so much dwindled in quality as plummeted, and between this, Ghostbusters, Bridesmaids and The Happytime Murders, McCarthy isn’t so much an eye witness to the death of the comedy genre so much as the one holding the shotgun that has just splattered it across the wall.
I commend anyone with the balls to make a movie this bad, moreso if they think it’s actually a good piece of work. There are countless, pointless endeavours made in the world of comedy but none feel quite as redundant as The Boss. Prolific in antagonising its audience with dumb jokes and a dumber story, it’s easy to write this one off as a waste of time, energy and space. A real stain on the filmography of anyone who appears within it. You know a film is bad when the deleted scenes feature Carrot Top. May God have mercy on our souls, and may he forgive Ben Falcone for directing this monstrosity.