A stuffy, lonely, anti-social FBI agent (Sandra Bullock, delightfully square and the stuttering straight woman act to her partner, seemingly out of her element when among roughly-hewn city types, is pure comic gold) must team with a foul-mouthed, slovenly, unfiltered Boston street cop (Melissa McCarthy, playing this part to the hilt) to catch a drug-lord with a mysterious identity. With Boston police force, FBI, and DEA all involved—not to mention, McCarthy's brother a junkie in debt to the drugdealer she's drying to shakedown—there's a lot riding on the team (soon to be known as their self-titled name of The Heat) to solve the case. That said, these women will have to overcome their differences in order to get the bad guys. The criminal / cop plot simply services the leads, providing them ammunition to fire off their plentiful barbs, laced with true bite, attitude, toxicity, venom, raunch, and non-stop vulgarity. The curse words never stop, and middle fingers are commonplace. There's this hilarious scene—but feels so totally normal considering the household involved—that has McCarthy's profane family going at each other's throats due to her arresting her brother, with Bullock having a really uncomfortable front row seat at the dinner table (I was in ribbons as Bullock has no idea that McCarthy's bro is asking her if she was a narc, but it sounds like "knock" leaving them less than amused with her for misunderstanding him). McCarthy and Bullock's getting drunk at a Baastan bar, McCarthy busting her boss' chops for having to endure FBI intervention, the bloody trachea choking "help" in a Dennys that has a paramedic encouraging Bullock never to do so again, McCarthy's endearing signing of Bullock's high school yearbook, Bullock using swear words in a less-than-refined fashion against the room full of Baastan police and DEA for poking fun at McCarthy, McCarthy's traded insults with the Albino DEA agent, "hairy legs" jokes directed jokily Bullock's way, and the "tubby cat incident" all provide moments to delight in this on-target comedy. My favorite scene—involving a knife stabbed in Bullock's leg which causes a great deal of trouble thanks to a psychopath telling her and McCarthy, both bound with rope in chairs, that he will take great pleasure in killing them—provides Bullock and McCarthy with a golden chance to send up pain of a knife wound and using this protruding from the leg as a means to get free. The success of this sort of odd couple buddy comedy is good leads and casting in this film was impeccable. McCarthy has found a home in unflattering, bluntly caustic, uncouth parts; her willingness to play these parts says a lot about her passion for comedy. Bullock is brilliant in pretty much any film she stars in now, so it is no surprise she excels in The Heat. Seeing Bullock and McCarthy go Rambo, unloading McCarthy's refrigerator of ammunition and getting their gear on, is priceless.