COMEDY; 1hr 33min
STARRING: Kirsten Dunst, Isla Fisher, Lizzy Caplan, Rebel Wilson
Bitchin' hot: from left, Caplan, Dunst and Fisher
The American gals in writer-director Leslye Headland’s biting dissection of female relationships are minxy and paradoxical pieces of work. Regan (Dunst) is a Type-A organiser who plays mother hen while bitterly resenting the fact that chubby Becky (Wilson), of all people, has found herself a fiancé (Hayes MacArthur). “I do everything right and nothing is happening to me,” the newly minted maid of honour grouses. Katie (Fisher) is a deeply self-doubting, coke-snorting flibbertigibbet, and Gena (Caplan) puts out all over the place, while really craving true love. When they and their mixed agendas throw a Manhattan bachelorette party for Becky, everything goes radically, drunkenly wrong from the start, leaving them trawling for emergency fixes to a wedding they should never have been unleashed on.
The men involved (James Marsden, Adam Scott and Kyle Bornheimer) are distinctly second tier: this inky romp is all about the girls. Larger-than-life yet instantly recognisable, mouthy, selfish, pitiful and frequently obnoxious, they’ll never come anywhere close to endearing. You may know people just like them, but they probably won’t be your friends.