"We Are The Millers" is an instantly forgettable movie. Silly premise, inane script, and an ending so formulaic anyone can see it coming. When I dishonestly ducked into a theater a few months ago and did not pay to see it, I was pleased to have not wasted my money. A few days ago, while the closing credits played for "The Wolf of Wall Street", I thought - I'd gladly pay twice the admission price and sit through "We Are The Millers" a second time if I could get back what I just paid for "The Wolf Of Wall Street".
I have never so regretted paying to see a movie. Martin Scorcese has long been a favorite director of mine and this latest film of his is another tour-de-force. But notwithstanding the brilliance of "...Wolf...", even a tiny amount of my money going to the amoral man it is based on galls me. I do not want to assist in the financial rehabilitation of this parasite. I feel foolish not having researched enough to know the leech could benefit from my patronage, no matter the amount.
The irony of prattling on about an amoral man after admitting I didn't pay for "We Are The Millers" is not lost on me. Stealing is stealing. So this is a story with an anti-moral, uncool as that is. Next time, I'll try to be informed enough to cheat someone who deserves to be cheated.