My husband and I watched We’re the Millers one night, and I couldn’t stop laughing. I bought my own copy of the flick and took it with me on my next writing retreat. My crit partners couldn’t stop laughing. At least one of them borrowed the DVD from me so she could show it to her husband.
Four disparate people come together to form a fake family on holiday in Mexico in order to smuggle marijuana into the US. Their misadventures are hilarious. In the end, we learn that blood doesn’t necessarily make family.