Oh fantastic, that wave of raunchy women’s comedies inspired by Bridesmaids is rolling in chunks up onto the shore at last. Bachelorette distinguishes itself by having a decent cast (Lizzy Caplan, Kirsten Dunst, Isla Fisher, and Adam Scott) in full paycheck collection mode. Here’s the plot summary:
On the night before an old friend’s wedding, three frisky bridesmaids go searching for a little fun but find much more than they bargained for. With lovely Becky (Rebel Wilson) set to marry her handsome sweetheart, Dale (Hayes MacArthur), the remaining members of her high school clique reunite for one last bachelorette bacchanal in the Big Apple. Regan (Kirsten Dunst) is an overachieving, ueber-Maid of Honor who’s secretly smarting over the fact that she’s not the first to marry, while Gena (Lizzy Caplan) is a whip-smart sarcastic who’s actually a closet romantic, and Katie (Isla Fisher) is a ditzy beauty who loves the good life. But when Becky insists on keeping the bachelorette party tame, the women proceed with an after-hours celebration of their own.
Let’s translate the following character descriptions:
“lovely” - yep, that’s that fat one.
“handsome” - that’s the bland guy whose face I never noticed because James Marsden was in every scene with him.
“overachieving” - the only character who will have a scene demonstrating she has a job to provide the implausible living standard of a twenty-something New Yorker.
“whip-smart sarcastic” - the asshole brunette
“closet romantic” - the one who will sleep with Adam Scott by the end
“ditzy beauty” - the moron
Here’s the trailer:
Who the hell gave Adam Scott a Republican haircut? That’s like cutting Samson’s hair you harpies.
But that barberific complaint aside, judging by the trailer at least, this movie looks like it’s Whitney Cummings and a laugh track away from being something people I don’t like watch after “2.5 Men”. The problem isn’t simply that every character in the trailer appears to be an utter asshole; most of my treasured entertainment is based on assholes of some sort. The problem is that it mistakes cruelty for edginess and expects the audience to sympathize with the characters anyway.
Tear the bride’s wedding dress in half because two of these skinny bitches try to squeeze into at once, laughing all the way? Unless the punchline is cribbed from the Red Wedding, I’m not rolling on the floor.