Bridesmaids
tries desperately to be the female answer to the glut of bromance comedies in
recent years that have generated laughs through scatological humor and
over-the-top situational comedy. Just so you know it’s in the same vein, Bridesmaids is even produced by Judd
Apatow, the father of the bromance comedy. Where this sub-genre trades in male
stereotypes of masculinity and fear of commitment, Bridesmaids goes just as far with equivalent female stereotypes:
backstabbing; jealousy; in-fighting; insecurity. Perhaps it’s my male
perspective, but I just didn’t find this to be fertile ground for great comedy.
Kristen Wiig and Maya Rudolph play Annie and Lillian, the
very bestest of childhood friends. Annie is the more unstable of the two. She
has a habit of returning to the bed of a chauvinist lout (an un-credited Jon
Hamm) in spite of his throwing her out of his apartment early in the morning
and referring to her by a not particularly charming nickname that I shan’t
repeat here. She drives a decrepit old car and works miserably in a jewelry
shop since her cake shop went out of business. Lillian, however, is getting
married. Unlike the male-centric films of this genre, her partner doesn’t
figure significantly in the story – neither as a perfect match she has to learn
to feel comfortable with nor as the horrendous man her friends need to rescue
her from.
The story involves preparations for the bridal shower and
wedding. Lillian chooses Annie as her maid of honor, but she faces some
competition from Lillian’s other close friend, the prettier, wealthier,
all-around more perfect Helen (Rose Byrne). She also meets the other
bridesmaids including the non-descript Rita and Becca and the crass and boorish
Megan (Melissa McCarthy, in a performance that can only be described as the
female version of Zach Galifianakis in The
Hangover, but without the same sense of dim-witted unawareness that made
him so memorable). She is the kind of stock character who is the placeholder
for funny. We’re meant to laugh at everything she says by virtue of the fact
that she’s not too bright and the physical comedy is supposed to tickle us
given her rotund body. Fat and stupid are not de facto amusing.
The problem is that the screenplay by Wiig and her old
Groundlings colleague Annie Mumolo hardly contains a single development not
drawn directly from a screenwriter’s handbook: here’s the part that sets up the
conflict; here’s the catastrophe; and another; now the part where the two
friends have a falling out; etc. This is a script that gives Annie a potential
love interest in a milquetoast cop (Chris O’Dowd) with a cute Irish brogue and
then sets up a conflict between them because someone told Wiig and Mumolo that
that’s what happens in a Hollywood film romance.
There are some chuckle-worthy moments, particularly in
the rivalry established between Annie and Helen. Nothing spells uncomfortable
comedy like two people jealously competing for the affection of one person, neither
wanting to be upstaged by the other, except in this case they’re not vying for
a romantic interest but for the title of Maid of Honor and really for the
self-affirmation that comes with successfully showing the bride a good time. The
best bit that comes from this is the succession of speeches given by Annie and
Helen at the engagement party, each wanting to have the last word and generate
the most heartfelt BFF moment. In general, however, a lot of the comedy bits
fall flat or go on too long because director Paul Feig doesn’t quite know when
to call cut as when Annie trashes the bridal shower in the manner of an unruly
child. Just when you think the physical destruction and discomfiting atmosphere
is about to end, Annie proceeds to bury her mouth into an oversized cookie. It’s
perhaps the least funny way to close out a scene that was already stretching
very far for laughs to begin with.
The most redeeming feature of Bridesmaids is the presence of Jill Clayburgh (in her final screen
role) as Annie’s mom, a woman who attends Alcoholics Anonymous meetings for the
social value and spiritual guidance despite never having had a drink and tries
to apply what she learns to her daughter’s life: “Hitting rock bottom is great
because you have nowhere to go but up.” Her performance is a little breath of
fresh air into an otherwise stale comedy.
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