Remember, this flick is 125 minutes long. Aren’t raunchy films supposed to be over in 85 minutes, because fans get bored easily?
One of the attendants, played by Melissa McCarty, is a lot of fun. She’s hefty, masculine but sees herself as thin and desirable. Her skewed ideas about life add some much-needed bizarre humor to the film.
The bridesmaids take a flight to Las Vegas to party. A conversation between McCarty and her seatmate, whom she thinks is a sky marshal, is hilarious.
The Wiig character goes spastic during the trip and ends up taking tranquilizers and booze, resulting in a drugged performance that sort-of reminds you of something Lucille Ball would have done. Except Lucy would have been funnier and less profane.
The plane ride was sort of funny and I anticipated the crazy antics the girls would get in while in Sin City.
Except there’s no sequence. It’s cut out and soon they are back home.
The Wiig character gets involved with a police officer that doesn’t offer a lot of laughs.
For the most part, she messes up her life left and right to the point you lose interest in her as a person. Can you really root for someone for — what is it? — oh yeah, 125 minutes, makes all the wrong choices?
I have to admit a sequence in a swank bridal salon where the bridesmaids suddenly get bouts of food poisoning is probably the best part of the film.
Get rid of some of the sequences that go nowhere and you would have a better movie.
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