(15, 125 mins) Comedy/Romance. Kristen Wiig, Maya Rudolph, Rose Byrne, Melissa McCarthy, Wendi McLendon-Covey, Ellie Kemper, Chris O’Dowd, Jon Hamm. Director: Paul Feig.
AFTER months if not years of meticulous planning, and agonising decisions about the tiniest details, it’s ironic that abiding memories of a wedding can often be completely out of the control of the bride and groom.
The dress might be stunning, the cake heavenly and the reception organised with military precision, but the big day can easily become a big disaster thanks to bad weather, unexpected ill health or the rapidly deteriorating sobriety of the best man.
In 2009, cinema audiences shared in the pain of one groom-to-be as he overcame an almighty Hangover to make it to the church on time.
Now, we’re witnesses to the devastation wrought by a blushing bride, her maid of honour and four bridesmaids in Paul Feig’s raucous comedy of errors, which proves that anything the guys can do, the gals can do better.
Bridesmaids is smarter, funnier and emotionally deeper than The Hangover, introducing us to a menagerie of neurotic, self-obsessed yet ultimately loveable ladies, who are one extra spicy Mexican meal away from catastrophe.
Kristen Wiig and Annie Mumolo’s script is an embarrassment of hysterical riches, anchored by winning performances from a talented ensemble cast, who throw vanity to the wind and humiliates themselves for our delight.
It’s hard to imagine a more uproarious and satisfying comedy all summer, perhaps all year.
Annie (Wiig) used to own her own bakery but she has fallen on hard times and now works as a jewellery saleswoman.
She assuages the pain with occasional no-strings-attached sex with handsome oaf Ted (Jon Hamm), who clearly has no intention of settling down.
Best friend Lillian (Maya Rudolph) reveals she is getting married and asks a clearly delighted Annie to be maid of honour.