Movie Review by Roger Moore, of McClatchy-Tribune News Service
Theres an unadulterated joy in the re-teaming of those fast-talking Wedding Crashers Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, a wholesome novelty in their playing laid-off salesmen forced to do what millions of Americans have had to do in the past six years reinvent themselves.
Weve missed the patter, the Red Bull-fueled banter that was Vaughns bread-and-butter before Jennifer Aniston and Fred Claus sucked away his soul. He came up with this zeitgeist tale of pals Billy (Vaughn) and Nick (Wilson), told theyre over and done with when the watch company they worked for folds.
Face it, the boss (John Goodman) mutters, Where youre going youve already been.
Theyre starting over in their 40s. That means finding a job any job with a future. No, taking a job with Nickys sisters boorish boyfriend (Will Ferrell, hilarious) at his mattress store isnt it. To Billy it means landing internships at global tech monolith Google, which has its raping/pillaging corporate image polished in this summer feel-good comedy.
Because feeling good is what results when fast-talking Billy and charming-womanizing Nick land as diversity hires in Googles best-and-brightest-and-youngest internship program. The boss (amusingly droll Aasif Mandvi) is skeptical. The pretty 30-something workaholic exec (Rose Byrne) is resistant to their charms.
Their skills, theyre told, arent relevant in this millennium.
On a campus where Star Wars and Harry Potter are the appropriate cultural touchstones, Billys inclined to give old-school pep talks about that little steel-town girl, Ally (Flashdance) and reassure a troubled colleague, Im your Bill Holden in Stalag 17.
I dont get that reference.
The Internship is entirely too long. The misfits that the lads team up with are a United Colors of Nerd. The well-worn story arc has contests (computer code de-bugging and app-inventing, and Quidditch) to see whose team will be offered jobs at the end of the internship.
But Max Minghella makes a fine, arrogant Brit intern-nemesis. Tiya Sircar and Josh Brener stand out as fellow outliers in the Googleverse.
And interns Wilson and Vaughn swap lines like veteran jazz musicians who still have a sense of play about them, an endless supply of nicknames, high-and-low fives, dated slang and goodwill theirs for each other, and ours for them.