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| Isla Fisher, Kirsten Dunst & Lizzy Caplan (r) star in Bachelorette |
From our friends at DC Film Review...
Bachelorette: Classless Hoochies
Before you get too upset, the title comes from the film’s yearbook tagline “Classy Hoochies,” referring to three of the stars of Leslye Headland’s mindless comedy Bachelorette... the umpteenth version of The Hangover that Hollywood deems fit for bashing over our heads. Having sat through 91 minutes of subpar material, the least I’m owed is a play on words.
IMDb Plot: Three friends are asked to be bridesmaids at a wedding of a woman they used to ridicule back in high school.
Director: Leslye Headland (Don’t feel bad, I’ve never heard of her either.)
What’s Best: Isla Fisher is equal parts adorable and gorgeous, rising above the ensuing mediocrity that is
Bachelorette. I imagine every woman in Hollywood is seething with envy
over Fisher’s ageless beauty (she’s 36... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?) Sacha Baron Cohen is an incredibly lucky man.
Most of the lines are listless and predictable, but a hotel employee's ‘This is housekeeping, you need Project Runway,’ in reference to a ruined wedding dress got a chuckle out of me.
What’s Worst: It’s rare to find so much predictability in one movie, especially one with name actors like Fisher, Kirsten Dunst, James Marsden and Adam Scott.
Mean-spirited to a fault (the bridesmaids refer to the bride as “Pig
Face” and even jump (2-at-a-time) into her wedding dress, so they can
post pictures on Facebook) these women are beyond classless. Why the
bride (Rebel Wilson)
would even want them around is a mystery to anyone with half a brain.
The players trade foreshadowing lines like ‘This is clearly some girl
sh*t that I don’t understand,’ and ‘This is like... negative film.’ I couldn’t agree more.
Worst Line:
‘Are you ready to Betsy Ross the sh*t out of this dress?’ Who talks
like this, especially while snorting coke in a grocery aisle? I could
have also gone with wimpy Joe’s ‘I started a Fight Club with my cats.’
Joe (Kyle Bornheimer) is just one of many predictable characters echoing equally anticipated lines.
Overall: Enough with The Hangover already. At least Bridesmaids had moments of funny; Bachelorette is a copy of a copy,
and a bad one at that. Two-thirds through, the film grinds to a
screeching halt, replacing humor with paired-off pity parties and
ultra-dull reflections on life. Why change gears? Ask the inexperienced
director (and writer) and wonder out loud why producers Will Ferrell and Adam McKay put this project in her less than capable hands.
Grade: D
