With many audiences still left unsettled, desperately clutching to their Jimmy Choos after the demise of Sex and the City (and the ill-fated film ventures), America’s female comedy stars have been left stifled. With Lena Dunham not quite cutting the mustard, I turned to this Judd Apatow-produced, box office boomer to get my fix of female funny*.
But Bridesmaids is better than that. Unlike the tiresome film Bride Wars, and the landfill romcoms which circulate through the multiplexes, Bridesmaids never drives home a message of gender elitism. Where so many other films of this ilk focus on appeasing female audiences, writers Wiig and Mumolo just concentrate on making their debut feature funny for the masses.
Wiig plays the thirty something cake maker Annie. With her business goes into liquidation, her boyfriend abandoning her and a compromising flat share with a creepy brother and sister, she gets a glimpse of good news when her best friend Lillian (Maya Rudolph) gets engaged. As her maid of honour, Annie gets busy into planning mode, all the while whilst Lillian’s new friend Helen (Rose Byrne) tries to cheat her way through to being the bride to be’s wedding planner. With the competition heating up and the big day just around the corner, it’s only a matter of time before one of them breaks.
Although leading lady Wiig dominates the screen with her in effervescent charm, this is a fantastic ensemble piece. Sure, it may border into the scatological and lascivious from time to time and might be a trifle too long, but Bridesmaids is a sharp comedy which unashamedly paints with broad strokes.
Ok, I guess that was a review of the written variety, but if audio is your thing, hear me ramble!
* Oh, come on! Who doesn’t like alliteration? That was a lovely sentence.