The Underrated We’re The Millers

I first saw We’re The Millers when I was on a long flight and it was one of the movie options.  I’d heard of the film, but that was about it.

I watched the movie rather than read my book, and to my delight it was hysterical.  In fact, I’d say it was one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in years.  It’s a comedy, so it’s silly and implausible, but it really delivered some big laughs as I endured the long flight.  The movie, which stars Jason Sudeikis, Jennifer Aniston, Emma Roberts, and Will Poulter tells the improbable tale of a desperate small-time drug dealer who recruits an ersatz family to pose as a boring all-American family on an RV trip to help him get a huge delivery of marijuana over the U.S.-Mexican border.

When you watch a movie on an airplane, a little punch-drunk from traveling, you always wonder whether it’s as good as your on-board reaction indicates.  So, when We’re The Millers showed up on HBO, it was with trepidation that I decided to watch it again — and I was glad to see that it was as clever and humorous as I thought.

I’m betting that We’re The Millers is one of those movies that becomes an under-the-radar icon — much like Office Space, which also featured Jennifer Aniston.  It’s chock full of memorable scenes and painfully accurate takes on modern life, the kind of movie that you quote to your friends to make a point.  The haircut scene, in which the Jason Sudeikis character describes the kind of haircut he wants, is itself worth the price of a DVD rental.  Watch it on YouTube if you don’t believe me.

The Emptiness Of Cubicle Life, Confirmed

There was an awful story in the news yesterday:  a county employee in Los Angeles died at her desk, in her cubicle, and was not found until the next day by a security guard.  The police think she may have been dead for as long as a full day before her body was found.

The story sounds like the over-the-top plot of an Office Space knock off, but unfortunately it is true.  Think for a moment about what that story means.  For hours, apparently, no one passed by the worker’s cubicle and noticed her condition.  No one stopped by to visit or interact or checked to see why she wasn’t showing up for a meeting or returning phone calls.  When everyone left for the night and turned out the light, no one saw that she still was there, slumped over her desk.  For anyone who works in a large office environment, it is the ultimate nightmare.

What does it say about the solitary and empty nature of cubicle work in a modern office if a worker can die at their desk without someone — anyone! — noticing for a full day?  In view of this kind of story, can anyone really wonder why so many people find their cubicle existence a cold, separate, unsatisfying, soul-deadening experience?