They rack up millions within months. Under the impression that they need to launder the money, they buy a bunch of stuff — Lamborghinis, a boat — to sell and make it “clean.” There’s a commentary on lax gun laws when they hit a gun show and buy up a stash. “That probably shouldn’t have been that easy,” muses JoJo.
In any case, the women sail ahead in their exploits, with no idea that Ken (Hauser), a low-level employee determined to do his job well, is on their trail.
Ken is, in many ways, a jerk. He won’t give a poor old lady a break when she unknowingly presents an invalid coupon for hemorrhoid cream. Told she’s a longtime valued customer, Ken replies he doesn’t care if she is Dame Judi Dench.
It’s baffling, though, how that clever line is in the same movie as a tasteless, overlong scene where Ken soils himself during a stakeout, among other toilet references. Did this suddenly become a slapstick comedy for teenage boys?
But Ken perseveres, joined in the pursuit by a gun-toting postal inspector (Vince Vaughn, in a tailor-made role) who bristles at unkind postal service references.
Like the inspector, everyone here feels they should be better valued. “I knew I was worth more,” Connie says at a key moment. This alone would have been a great organizing theme. Instead, we get a kitchen sink full of coupons.
