Up until now, I only tolerated Jennifer Aniston. She’s the vanilla ice cream of the cinematic world—the safe choice for any money-grubbing flick designed to appeal to the broadest audience possible. But her performance as a caustic stripper in We’re the Millers
is a sort of remedy for all those years of good-girl typecasting (save her role as a rapey dentist in Horrible Bosses
). Is the novelty of a squeaky-clean Aniston working the pole yet another cheap Hollywood ploy to sell movie tickets? Absolutely. But it turns out she has the range to pull it off with surprising depth and feeling. Admittedly, her performance is tangled up in a very silly premise, in which she essentially plays house with a drug dealer (Jason Sudeikis), a runaway (Emma Roberts) and a freckle-plagued virgin (Will Poulter) as a front for smuggling an RV full of weed across the Mexican border. But the characters are engaging enough, and the situational comedy generally entertaining enough, to make for some decent brain candy. And when it’s less than decent, Aniston’s rather spectacular strip tease in an auto body shop is there to distract you.