Movie Review: Horrible Bosses

            I probably wouldn’t pay any more of my hard-earned cash-money to rewatch Horrible Bosses (although I didn’t really pay to watch it the first time because I watched it at the Lake Twin, where I work); I probably also wouldn’t On Demand, Net Flix, or Red Box it; but I definitely wouldn’t mind rewatching it were it to show up on the old Bube Tube. Horrible Bosses is, often, very, very funny.

Sure, Horrible Bosses is stupid and crass and, well, crass, but it’s also funny, and, occasionally, hilariously so. For example, the scene in which Colin Farrell, brilliant as Jason Sudeikis’s horrible boss, “Bobby,” is shown amongst what one assumes are prostitutes and sh*t-tons of drugs in what turns out to be his (Bobby’s) office is, in this reviewer’s opinion, hilariously funny. Charlie Day is also, even though one knows that he’s merely being his It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia self, impossible not to be constantly amused with/laughing at. EVEN Jennifer “I should’a quit LIFE as soon as Friends ended” Aniston is humorously grotesque/sexy as Charlie Day’s horrible boss, “Julia.” And then there’s Jamie Foxx as “Mother-F*cker Jones,” which, I mean, come on, just his name (and the story of how he got it, in particular).

             For me, the one, big detractor in the whole film was Kevin Spacey, and not because he wasn't not good as Jason Bateman’s horrible boss, “Dave,” but because he was just so much better in almost the same role 15-20 years ago. I’m talking about the incredibly dark and insufficiently remembered Swimming with Sharks, in which Spacey plays a maniacal film producer who pushes one of his assistants--a young Frank Whaley, whom I just love--a little too far.

If you want to see a smarter/darker/more poignant version of Horrible Bosses, and a truly sick/brilliant Kevin Spacey, check out Swimming with Sharks. If coke, Jennifer Aniston’s titties, Mother-F*ckers, and tooth-brush-ass-wipings are more your cup of tea, stick with Horrible Bosses.