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Unlimited funds have allowed Diana to live it up on the outskirts of Miami, where the queen of retail buys whatever strikes her fancy. There's only one glitch: The ID she's using to finance these sprees reads 'Sandy Bigelow Patterson'.... and it belongs to an accounts rep who lives halfway across the U.S.
Even with all its shortcomings and sentimental fudges, there is something about McCarthy's refusal to lie down and play the victim that gives it a comic edge. A blunt edge, to be sure, but an edge all the same.
Up until he becomes somewhat manly, Bateman's character's supreme ineptness is less funny than nerve-wracking. There's way more grossness than hilarity. Don't get conned.
Though occasionally funny and filled with amusing bit-performances Identity Thief's deeply unlikable co-protagonist stops this would-be buddy comedy in its tracks.
Considering that it starts out with two distinctive and likable stars and a reasonably promising premise, "Identity Thief" reaches impressive heights of laziness and idiocy.
It saddles Bateman with a thankless uptight straight-man role while heaping serial slapstick ignominies on his co-star, who gamely bounds through everything the script throws at her.