As I watched Hot Pursuit unfold, I couldn’t help but ask myself just what Reese Witherspoon was thinking. Lately, she’s been putting forth effort and giving substantial performances in movies like Mud, Wild, and Inherent Vice. But with this latest cop-criminal buddy story, she brings back the annoying and repetitive southern drawl that makes every single line of dialogue a crime scene in itself. But instead of choosing a movie that lets her use her southern accent to her advantage (see the funny stand-up bits in Walk the Line), she chooses a dumbed down on-the-run-from-the-law comedy that features two females who spend the entire running time talking about men and shoes and… periods?
This is a movie with such a poor script that it’s almost unbelievable that the stars make it watchable. While Reese Witherspoon barks out orders in her standard black shoes and Sofia Vergara barks back in her diamond-clad designer shoes, I couldn’t help but just let it happen. Sometimes, and only sometimes, it really is amusing to watch these two banter on and on about god knows what.
The movie is hazy, and sitting down to write about makes me realize just how much of it I actually remember. I remember Reese’s character (Officer Rose Cooper) and Vergara’s (Daniella Riva) unwittingly paired together after a bust goes wrong and bullets start flying. On the run from the shooters, the goodie-goodie cop and the sketchy mistress have to endure each other’s differences to make it out alive. But this is it, unless I were to get into spoilers.
If it sounds like nonsense, that’s because it pretty much is. Still, there is an odd sense of fun in watching these two stars banter back and forth about ridiculous things that don’t really matter. They may not be memorable, but they’re fun in the moment. Just like the movie itself.
1 hr. 27 mins.
Rated PG-13 for sexual content, violence, language and some drug material
Starring Reese Witherspoon, Sofia Vergara
Written by John Quaintance and David Feeney
Directed by Anne Fletcher