2011 feels almost like a distant memory, but it was roughly four years ago that Bridesmaids director, Paul Feig, unleashed the antics of the overweight and filter-free funny-woman, Melissa McCarthy, to the world. Since then, the dynamic duo delivered another quasi-success with 2013's The Heat, co-starring Oscar winner Sandra Bullock, and complete the trifecta with this summer's ruthless comedy, Spy. Whether or not McCarthy's belligerent rapid-fire attempts at landing one-liners appeals to you, trust me when I say that you're in for more of the same with her latest offering.

When a deadly arms dealer (Rose Byrne) divulges her knowledge of the identities to all of the CIA's top agents, they look to an unthinkable desk analyst named Susan Cooper (McCarthy) to save the day. But with virtually no experience in the field, agent Cooper's unorthodox methods put her cover and life on the line while she haphazardly infiltrates the dealer's inner circle. Yet, as the clock continues to tick and time begins to run out, Cooper is the CIA's only hope.

As I mentioned before, I've grown exhausted of McCarthy's comedic game plan over the past few years. Her barrage of attempted humor lands at such an alarmingly low rate that it cheapens the successful jokes. Resulting to thoughtless raunchy zingers that sound like they're constructed from a Mad Libs book designed for children learning their first "bad words", McCarthy is simply striking while the iron is hot and who can really blame her? Although I'm clearly not a big fan of the actress, I will admit that Spy has plenty of other excellent attractions. During its massively outstretched two hour running time, co-star Jason Statham's well-concocted character delivers the film's most consistent source of laughs. Furthermore, the English-born Miranda Hart is a breath of fresh air as agent Cooper's hysterical desk-bound side kick. With Spy, there are certainly laughs to be had, but they come at the expense of a dreadfully long and irrational plotline.