It’s ridiculous. There has to be a conspiracy involved here somewhere. I refuse to believe even for a moment that anyone actually enjoyed Bridesmaids. The plot was slow, predictable and uninspired when it wasn’t busy being disgusting for the sake of the cheapest laughs on the market. The dialogue is less than witty and feels like it was written by a 14 year old who has no friends and wishes they were the life of the party. The acting is, for the most part, satisfactory, and that’s the best that can be said about this film. Why the hell are all the critics raving about this film and how great it is? It’s true, in general, that the average critic has no idea what the pulse of American audiences sounds like, much less feels like, but this time they have gone so far off base they are in another solar system entirely.
While I may personally have some great memories of seeing this film, it wasn’t the movie that made the experience great, by any means.
I think Selma Hayek said it best, in “Dogma” when she was speaking of the Home Alone franchise:
“…someone sold their soul to get the grosses up on that piece of shit!”
It seems that Mr. McCulkin is now in the company of pink chiffon and champagne flutes. Enjoy it, Kevin. There’s nothing but cheese to be had here.
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