Who knew chicks could be this funny? Well, girls did, but Bridesmaids has proved to the guys that the females can demand laughs just as much as the blokes.
Produced by Judd Apatow (Knocked Up, Funny People, Anchorman and The 40-year-old Virgin) and starring Saturday Night Live funny gals Kristen Wiig and Maya Rudolph, you know you're in for a laugh (or 415).
For the uninitiated, Bridesmaids centres around Annie (Wiig) who hates her job, has the housemates from hell and is infatuated with a guy who thinks of her as nothing more than a booty call. When her bestie, Lillian, becomes engaged, Anna realises her life is in the fast lane to nowhere. This is only exacerbated with the arrival of Helen (Rose Byrne), Lillian's perky new friend who is hell-bent on becoming maid of honour and stealing the BFF title from Annie.
Long story short, we're taken through the downward spiral of Annie's life, all while laughing hysterically. Kinda makes you feel a little bad, actually. Oh yeah, and there's a wedding thrown in there somewhere.
As soon as the film begins, though, you're giggling like a teenager, slapping your knee, shedding tears of laughter, and maybe even a little pee. Your boyfriend will be glad he let you drag him along to a "chick flick". This will continue for the entire duration of the film. Even when a "sad" moment is happening, you can hear muffled chuckles and nervous snorts in anticipation for something hilarious to happen.
Caution: Some scenes are not for the fainthearted. We're dealing with seasoned comediennes and a producer who isn't afraid to insert a whole scene of an eight-year-old sketching penises (remember Superbad?). If you are sensitive to:
The only downside is the long scenes. At times you may find yourself thinking "okay, we get the idea, move along" and if you aren't a fan of dry, SNL-style humour, you might be a little slow on the uptake. This movie is like a two-hour SNL sketch, if you know what I'm on about, you'll understand the delayed silences, the improv acting and the comedic to-and-fro between the characters. If not, get acquainted. Quick sticks. This is a movie you don't want to miss.
Four-and-a-half out of five stars.
By Mel Evans
For the uninitiated, Bridesmaids centres around Annie (Wiig) who hates her job, has the housemates from hell and is infatuated with a guy who thinks of her as nothing more than a booty call. When her bestie, Lillian, becomes engaged, Anna realises her life is in the fast lane to nowhere. This is only exacerbated with the arrival of Helen (Rose Byrne), Lillian's perky new friend who is hell-bent on becoming maid of honour and stealing the BFF title from Annie.
Long story short, we're taken through the downward spiral of Annie's life, all while laughing hysterically. Kinda makes you feel a little bad, actually. Oh yeah, and there's a wedding thrown in there somewhere.
As soon as the film begins, though, you're giggling like a teenager, slapping your knee, shedding tears of laughter, and maybe even a little pee. Your boyfriend will be glad he let you drag him along to a "chick flick". This will continue for the entire duration of the film. Even when a "sad" moment is happening, you can hear muffled chuckles and nervous snorts in anticipation for something hilarious to happen.
Caution: Some scenes are not for the fainthearted. We're dealing with seasoned comediennes and a producer who isn't afraid to insert a whole scene of an eight-year-old sketching penises (remember Superbad?). If you are sensitive to:
- vomit;
- sex scenes;
- awkward anger outbursts; or
- public drunkenness
The only downside is the long scenes. At times you may find yourself thinking "okay, we get the idea, move along" and if you aren't a fan of dry, SNL-style humour, you might be a little slow on the uptake. This movie is like a two-hour SNL sketch, if you know what I'm on about, you'll understand the delayed silences, the improv acting and the comedic to-and-fro between the characters. If not, get acquainted. Quick sticks. This is a movie you don't want to miss.
Four-and-a-half out of five stars.
By Mel Evans
[published on cleo.com.au]
