Sunday, 18 September 2011

Bridesmaids, dir. Paul Feig, wr. Annie Mumolo, Kristen Wiig, st. Kristen Wiig, Maya Rudolph, Rose Byrne, Chris O'Dowd, Jon Hamm

Judd Apatow's Knocked Up from 2007 left such a nasty taste in my mouth that I've developed a kind of Pavlovian response to seeing his name credited anywhere, a bit like, I guess, that nauseous feeling arachnophobes get when they see a spider scuttle across a floor, or when Ricky Gervais does anything ever. Coupled with the fact that seeing both Victoria Wood Live and the Sex and The City movie with a rather convivial audience where both times, somehow, I was the only male within what seemed like a five-mile exclusion zone, have left me terrified of witnessing perceived Ladies Only oriented material. But I'd seen Wiig as Judy Grimes on Saturday Night Live and have a massive man-crush on Mad Men's Jon Hamm, so despite the aversion to all things Apatow-produced, I sat down and strapped in. The first thing you'll notice, or rather the first thing you'll notice if you're over thirty is Bridesmaids' rather bold thematic concession to its core, non-t(w)een audience; Annie's world is one of increasing isolation, despondency and envy as she watches, inevitably, her best friend pair off and move away, and it's from this recognisable and poignant footing that we're able to invest and engage - the true requirement of any comedy. Wiig's script too is wickedly charming, pacy and very, very funny. Watch as part of a double-bill with Johnathan Demme's Rachel Getting Married for maximum effect.