Witherspoon is Cooper. Suffering from the square peg in the round hole syndrome, and a klutz personified, Cooper is a by-the-books cop destined to spend her career in the evidence room. Then — because the department has no other female officers — she is called upon to transport a drug dealer-turned-informant and his wife to a secure location.
The drug cartel’s leader beats the cops to the punch. They kill the husband and send Cooper and the wife (Vergara) on the run. Corrupt cops peg her as the person behind the murders, and both end up on the most-wanted list.
Neither actress — nor anyone else in this movie — has much to do. Witherspoon’s job is to irritate, and her performance is almost as irritating as this movie. That’s good. Vergara, who is arguably one of the most beautiful women in the world, has very little to do that comes close to the definition of intelligent.
I suspect her job is to be eye candy for the unsuspecting guy roped into catching this TV sitcomish chick flick.
That leads me to an uncomfortable observation. My Mr. Movie moviemaking philosophy from a lifetime of watching movies and two decades of reviewing good and bad movies has taught me that one must possess a tremendous amount of talent to make a movie.
Even a bad movie.
And then along comes something as terrible as Hot Pursuit. It is the bottom of the moviemaking barrel, and is a movie so bad that it seriously challenges my belief that it actually does take talent to make a bad movie.