Guys build an exit strategy for a chick flick like Bridesmaids. They’d rather chicks see it with each other. Anyone but them. Snap out of it. Kristen Wiig is an indisputable goddess of comedy. And this rowdy fem-friendship movie she stars in and wrote with Annie Mumolo is infused with the Wiig brand of wicked mischief.
Frankly, the only time Bridesmaids loses its footing is when it acts like The Hangover in drag. Guys and gross make a better fit. Who needs to see bridesmaids puking up lunch and shitting their pants?
Wiig, the SNL MVP, plays Annie, chosen maid of honor at the wedding of her BFF, Lillian (Maya Rudolph, perfecto). She’s jealous of Lillian’s richer, prettier friend, Helen (Rose Byrne, the Damages star who shows a real flair for fun). The other bridesmaids — Rita (Wendi McLendon-Covey), Becca (Ellie Kemper) and Megan (Melissa McCarthy) — are caught in the crossfire. Guys don’t get much screen time. Still, Jon Hamm scores howls as a man-whore, and Chris O’Dowd excels as an Irish cop sweet on Annie.
Though the laughs are hit-and-miss, Bridesmaids lucks out in director Paul Feig (The Office, Nurse Jackie), who has the gift of letting scenes play out just long enough to be both hilarious and heartfelt. Dudes always fear movies that might shrivel their sexual standing when women prioritize. Man up and see Bridesmaids. You just might learn something.