What seemed so fresh and funny a few years back via her breakthrough role in “Bridesmaids” has become as paint-by-numbers as stuff by Will Ferrell or Adam Sandler. In “Tammy,” an episodic vanity project co-written with husband Ben Falcone (who also directs), McCarthy again plays a fashion-challenged loner. Again a foul-mouthed malcontent. Again an arrogant punching bag who eventually reveals her softer side.
“Tammy” isn’t a crummy movie, just a familiar, forgettable one. McCarthy and Falcone at least have enough clout to lure some interesting performers into the undercooked mix.