Free enterprise reigns in Ben Falcone’s The Boss, a rags-to-riches-to-rags comedy about a ruthless turtlenecked ginger mogul (Melissa McCarthy) who gets busted for insider trading. After getting out of her posh minimum security, McCarthy’s character, now homeless, shacks up at her former assistant’s (Kristen Bell) apartment in Chicago, and aims to resurrect herself by starting a kind of Girl Scouts for Profit business. There is some flashy camerawork and editing, and a well-mounted opening in which McCarthy raps with T-Pain. McCarthy is a gifted actress, but there’s not enough fresh material in The Boss for her. Although rated-R, the movie is rather pat and sentimental. And though the physical humor provides some delightful laughs, most of the verbal humor falls flat. Peter Dinklage plays McCarthy’s eccentric, longtime rival; Cathy Bates plays a sassy mentor.
By Alec Julian & Carrie White