An occasional series in which Mother Hen reviews stuff that she may or may not have seen, heard or read.
Bridesmaids is a movie about bridesmaids…and a bride…with a few guys thrown in to keep it interesting (and by interesting we mean sexy, but this is a family blog so don’t tell the kids).
Bridesmaids is a chick flick, which can only be a good thing because it has a bunch of chicks in it, but here is a secret: roosters like it too! Uh huh, boys. Oh, you may strut around and crow about how your wife or girlfriend or little sister dragged you in, pried your eyelids open and made you watch it, but that is a pile of pig-sty backwash, because everybody saw you laugh until your diet Coke came snorting out your nose! It was nasty.
Anyway, as Mother Hen was saying, it is a fair bit like Hanging Over and Hanging Over 2, but with chicks. Somebody gets drunk, which leads to trouble. Somebody gets mad, which leads to trouble. A whole lot of somebodies do something gross and disgusting under the worst possible circumstances, and you guessed it, there is trouble.
Not that Mother Hen is accusing anyone of using a formula or anything, because that wouldn’t be nice. Besides, women respond differently to stuff, right? That’s right. Everybody knows that. It is written down somewhere in a book about the DNA or the FBI or maybe the CIA, so it’s classified, but it’s a fact.
For instance, in Bridesmaids these chicks get jealous because they want to be at the top of the pecking order. That is something that guys in buddy movies never do, because they all know that they are the best and anyone who doesn’t realize it can go suck out septic tanks.
Also, chicks like weddings, and wedding dresses and pretty much everything about weddings, while guys mostly dress in black like they are going to a funeral. Girls fuss about details, while boys cuss about details.
So what this means is that Bridesmaids is like Hanging Over, except where it’s not. It’s super-duper funny, kind-of gross and has a happy ending. You knew it would have a happy ending, so it is not a spoiler to say so. It’s a frickin’ comedy, not Hamlet or Piglet or Eeyore even.
Give Bridesmaids a chance, and you too could be spewing soda all over the unlucky person seated in front of you. That alone is worth the price of admission.
(This has been a Mother Hen Presents…presentation.)