Having lost much of what is valuable to her, Kristen Wiig plays Annie, a disenfranchised trentagenarian who is pulled down to rock bottom by the threatened usurpation of her friendship with the recently engaged Lillian. During the course of Lillian’s pre-marital festivities, Annie is preposterously pit against Helen, whose aristocratic and predatory everything-that-Annie-isn’t-ism sends the last F in Annie’s BFF on a raucous wild-goose chase.
In a variation on the “gets her groove back” trope, Bridesmaids delivers a fine comedic platform for Wiig and several other supporting parties. Save for one astonishingly unedited scene, and you will recognize its base scatology when you smell it, Wiig dishes out a magnanimous, girl-next-door kind of jocularity. It’s not high-minded per se, but in so being, it aptly avoids the shallow but very wide pool of reference-laden cynicism that many other “smart” comedies don’t. Perhaps Feig’s wisest and most gainful choice was the extreme sostenuto of the narrative’s first two acts, because, you know, that’s where the funny is.
- Bridesmaids (Feig 2011)