Sometimes my juvenile sense of humor gets he best of us.
Let’s just preface this with a ::SPOILER ALERT:: for anyone who hasn’t seen “Bridesmaids”
For someone who got a degree in cinema, I have reached a point in my life where I genuinely have no desire to go to the movies anymore. I would rather stay at home and watch “All About Eve” for the hundredth time than spend more money I am comfortable with on movie I will likely not enjoy very much.
My movie going is incredibly sporadic, but with so many folks in town for the WSOP now, I wasn’t terribly surprised to find myself showing up at the theater for a flick I really wasn’t that motivated to see: Bridesmaids.
Based on the preview alone, I thought this movie looked like one of those gross out comedies I am not fond of, so, love for Melissa McCarthy aside, I said to myself, “No thanks.”
Then these good reviews from just about everyone started pouring in and I started to think that maybe, just maybe, the preview didn’t do the movie justice. It turns out the trailer was indeed misleading. This movie was part gross out comedy, but it was also part depressing drama.
The more I think about it, the more I think I didn’t hate the movie, I just hated that I was blindsided with a really sad story when I was told I would be laughing my ass off for two hours.
Nothing about this movie is funny to me though. As a 27 year-old single gal with friends getting married left and right, watching the main character not only lose her best friend to impending nuptials, but have her life genuinely fall to pieces in the process was devastatingly sad to me. I am a girl who often gets told I put too much effort into my career and to watch the protagonist Annie fail at what she cared about most was a little tough.
That was just the beginning though. The audience is then forced to watch her lose her job, lose her apartment, get kicked off an airplane, get in a car wreck, screw up with a guy and, worst of all, alienate her life long friend by ruining her bridal shower.
If this were presented as a dramedy, I think I would be much more receptive to the story, But all this talk of real chicks being funny and believable got my hopes too high that I would leave the theater feeling cheery. I know the ending, where newlywed Lillian and Annie patch things up is supposed to be happy, but in my head I kept thinking, “Too much bad shit has gone done. You’ll never be able to go back to the way it was.”
And then the dream guy shows up “Sixteen Candles” style.
I know these movies need love stories and, to be honest, I found the scenes with Annie and her police officer paramour to be hands-down the best parts of the movie, but the end just rang false to me. She screwed up with this dude. She proved to be more trouble than she is worth, and we as the audience are supposed to believe that while this seemingly intelligent and talented woman can’t get a job or pay her bills, she can magically make things work with this guy and that is going to be enough to make her happy?
In a time where my job status is uncertain and I am as unattached as ever, this was a movie about some of my worst fears and I can’t help but think there are other single 20-something gals out there who feel the same. Yes, parts of the movie honestly captured the way the girls I know behave around each other, but that, not to mention the completely unfunny fart and vomit jokes, just didn’t add up to light and enjoyable summer movie fare.