Oh, "Tammy." Can I call you Tammy? I hate to break it to you, but the thrill is gone.
I'd like to say it's me, not you. But I really think it's you.
As the latest, loudest, R-rated, plus-size incarnation of Melissa McCarthy's comic psyche, you had such promise. But the party's over. The fun has officially left the building.
And let me make this clear — it's the shtick not the size that's the problem.
Ben Falcone, McCarthy's significant other, makes his directing debut with "Tammy" and shows he's blinded by love. That's sweet. Warms my heart. You can sense his adoration in every scene, because he doesn't so much direct as watch and wait until the...