Bridesmaids (1/10)
by Tony Medley
Run time 125
minutes
Not for children
If a movie is full
of vomit, diarrhea, and profligate use of f-bombs, especially by women,
you can be pretty sure it’s by producer Judd Apatow, who continues his
assault on gentility and good taste with this disgraceful roll in the
gutter that degrades women. The sad part is that there is a good, sweet
movie lurking here behind all the vulgarity.
Written by SNL
actress Kristen Wiig and Annie Mumolo and directed by Paul Feig, Wiig is
in almost every scene. As Annie, she is a bridesmaid and best friend to
bride-to-be Lillian (Maya Rudolph). This is the story of Annie trying to
find herself and it rapidly descends into SNL raunch.
About the only
things all the bridesmaids have in common is that they talk like truck
drivers and have low moral tones.
I like the old fashioned idea
of looking up to women. They are our mothers and the mothers of our
children. In almost every society they are placed on a pedestal. The
idea here is to take away from women this respect they are due as
mothers, and to view them as just no different from some bum in a bar.
No need for a man to treat them special, like a lady, because that idea
is passé.
The film starts out with Annie
in bed with her apparent boyfriend Ted (Jon Hamm), a hedonistic,
self-centered bohemian who is presented as a typical male, offering him
sex in any position he wants for however long he wants it. Then, to make
matters worse, she talks about it with her best friend, Lillian, going
into relatively graphic, uncomfortable, detail.
The whole idea of Apatow’s
films, and this film in particular, is to present cringe-worthy raunch
as a substitute for real humor. People laugh not because it’s funny, but
because it is uncomfortable. Nothing is out of bounds in an Apatow
movie; the more distasteful the better. This film is down to Apatow
standards.
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