A new comedy revolves around three best friends from high school who hit Manhattan, counting on having a wild bachelorette party. Entertainment Weekly's Owen Gleiberman filed the following movie review for NY1.
Just a year ago, girls behaving badly seemed a revolutionary flavor in movie comedy. To see how quickly it’s become the new normal, check out Bachelorette, an indie comedy that follows a bride-to-be and her three best friends over the course of one long, drunken bachelorette party. The movie, which is as brittle and high-strung as its damaged-princess heroines, would like to be Bridesmaids meets Superbad meets a very special episode of Snooki and JWoww.
At the start of Bachelorette, the sweet, plus-size Becky, played by Rebel Wilson, announces that she’s getting married. The movie takes place six months later, on the eve of her wedding, but this isn’t a daffy clockwork farce like the Hangover films. It’s a revved-up pageant of naked feminine dysfunction, a comedy of values about young women who don’t have any.
Kirsten Dunst, as a platinum-blonde ice queen, is joined by Becky’s two other childhood friends: Lizzy Caplan as Gena, a gothy motormouthed train wreck, and Isla Fisher as Katie, a terminally insecure ditz. These two spend the film snorting enough cocaine to give an elephant a heart attack, which only heightens their nattering self-hatred. The whole movie is an overdose of wrecked party-girl masochism.
Bachelorette has a script as cutting as a serrated knife. It was written by its director, Leslye Headland, who based it on her off-Broadway play. Her dialogue has a nasty misanthropic zing that ups the ante on Mean Girls and Heathers.
The film is well paced and shot and there’s a rush in seeing actresses this charming take on characters who are essentially dislikable. Yet if Bachelorette takes the form of a romantic ensemble comedy, it’s purged of any true romantic feeling. You’ll laugh, maybe a lot, but you probably won’t feel great about it in the morning.