We’re The Millers is a crude road-trip comedy that alternates between outrageously funny and plain silly. I didn’t think I could laugh at a situation where an adult practically pimps a teenage boy to a homosexual police officer, but that scene is written and performed so competently, you’ll be on the floor guffawing uncontrollably. Alas, not every joke sticks; inconsistency is this film’s biggest crime.

We’re the Millers is a crude, lewd comedy aimed at the lowest common denominator. How loud, and if at all you will laugh, depends on what you find funny. If a spider sneaking into a man’s pants and biting his crotch is your idea of humor, then go ahead make your day.

This is not comedy, this is lazy filmmaking. Sure, there are some people in the world who laugh just because someone mentions the human body’s nether regions but there are significantly more people who prefer a well-written quality comedy over tedious skits.

The main problem with We’re The Millers is that the movie is stuffed with lot of elements from individual issues faced by each character to a messy drug lord to a fellow campervan family. But then all the stuffing has been infused with enough laughs to keep you entertained.