In Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, The Dodo asks the heroine to run a “Caucus Race,” an event where competitors run in any direction, on any trajectory, starting and leaving off whenever they like, so that everyone wins. If someone from the outside stumbled upon it, the race could look coherent — expectations of sensical behavior would stabilize it. But anyone running the race knows otherwise. The Caucus Race is well-meaning chaos.
Tammy is a Caucus Race. The latest star vehicle for the the sharp-tongued Melissa McCarthy is a rambling road picture disguised as the flatulent Identity Thief. It's a drama with prat falls, a comedy with melancholic departures, an erratic jumble of tones and ideas that run in circles, Dodo-style. The schizophrenia falls on director Ben Falcone, McCarthy's real life husband and co-writer on the film, whose lethargic camerawork can't keep it bouncing along. And yet it's not without merit.Tammy is an ambitious pet project that strives for, and occasionally hits, a richer dramatic experience. Somewhere between Alexander Payne and House of Payne sits Tammy, the weirdest, most unexpected movie of the summer season.
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