Sunday, 3 July 2011

Day 273

Woo, I've really grown up now that my attitude to film recommendations is to actually see the film rather than childishly refuse. And it's been a while since I've been recommended anything more than Bridesmaids.

So I saw it, and there is one major issue I have with it which I'll get to in a sec, but generally I really enjoyed it. Bridesmaids is a very funny comedy, and also had a fair few "awwww" moments with lots of double-yous on the end.

SNL's Kristen Wiig exudes a Jennifer Aniston-esque likeability as Annie, the 30-something protagonist. Annie desperately wants a boyfriend, and she bakes cakes in the shapes of little flowers. She's female, then. But the observational comedy pumped into her character is clever enough to make her a recognisable and realistic creature.

Annie's position as "best friend" is threatened by the arrival of Little Miss Perfect (played by the gorgeous Rose Byrne -- who by the way, is dating Stephen Merchant, EXCUSE ME WHAT). It's a story of female friendship and general... womanhood. Bit broad, really, but it works.

The context of a wedding and the run-up to the wedding is a treasure trove of great gags and situations. In suggesting themes for the bachelorette party, for instance:

"Fight club. Female fight club. She comes in, and we just beat the shit out of her. It'll be a surprise".

There's one man in the main cast. Chris O'Dowd, who we know to be... let's just say "beautiful on the inside"... unexpectedly makes an extremely attractive love interest. Great character. And I wouldn't be surprised if Chris O'Dowd went the way of a new Mr Darcy, the rate he's going.

A strong movie then. It's got all the right pieces. However, it did not have to be marketed as a chick flick. People have been describing it as "a bromance movie... but with women!".

"But with women" is not a twist. Most of us are women. Some of the reviewers are acting like it's revolutionary to have more than one pair of tits in the room at the same time. Bridesmaids is not a revolutionary movie, and I thought it was cowardly of them to call it a chick flick. Absolutely nothing about the film suggested to me that it was a woman's movie (although, why do female characters listen to female singers all the time?).

To prove my point, here's the poster.

Yep. Girls in short pink dresses posing against a brick wall (for no reason whatsoever, by the way), big pink letters branding it a "CHICK FLICK", and an extremely insulting nod of the head by someone saying "THESE ARE SMART, FUNNY WOMEN".

Smart, funny women?! Oh lucky us! Let's go to the cinema to see the smart, funny women. I mean, we can't just go to our friends, mothers, sisters, daughters, wives, girlfriends, aunts, cousins, nieces, colleagues, bosses, teachers, or just look in the mirror, can we.

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