I keep falling for the hype on movies from the Judd Apatow factory, and I keep being disappointed. This one, which is supposed to be a movie about female friendship, is simply a demonstration of the fact that jokes about farting, vomiting, and diarrhea don't miraculously become funny just become the people with digestive problems are women instead of men.
There is a plot -- Kristen Wiig is asked to be maid of honor by best friend Maya Rudolph, but fears that she is losing her friend to fellow bridesmaid Rose Byrne -- but it's beside the point. The movie is about watching Wiig and the rest of the bridesmaids humiliate themselves by getting so high on booze and pills that they force a plane to land early, enduring a bout of food poisoning in a hoity-toity bridal shop (Oh, look, the fat girl is shitting in the sink! Isn't that a laff riot?), and generally behaving like immature kindergarten students.
No one escapes this movie with their dignity fully intact, but Melissa McCarthy is less damaged than most, and is the only one who gets laughs by playing a character instead of by puking on cue. She's a talented actress who deserves far better than this.
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