Reese Witherspoon is cute as a button, va-va-voom Sofía Vergara offensively amusing in a jape about a strait-laced, accident-prone Texas cop desperate for respect and a reluctant witness against a Latin drug lord who are on the lam, cuffed together and bickering, framed for murder and pursued by bent killer cops and cartel goons.
In its dreams it wants to be Midnight Run in stilettos. It’s genial, with appealing stars and fair giggles — especially a couple of nice little running gags such as references to Witherspoon’s ever-decreasing height and Vergara’s ever-increasing age — but in the second half Anne Fletcher’s film hits too many obvious beats and labours to find enough funny to fill its modest 87 minutes.
