"I'm going to walk in wearing my pajamas like I'm Michael Jackson."
Regan, Gena, Katie and Becky are friends, but I'm not sure why. They seem to get along, but in the way that you're friends with chicken pox. It's unfortunate, and you just try to deal with it the best you can. One day at lunch, Becky informs Regan that she's getting married. Naturally, pre-vow celebrations are in order, and Manhattan is the place of choice.
Regan (Kirsten Dunst) is the professional one of the bunch. She dresses nicely, seems to have money, but then laments about how her life is so out of sorts. Gena (Lizzy Caplan) is the slacker, rather wanting to snort lines and drink than have a steady job and settle down. And Katie is, well, I think she's mentally handicapped. Isla Fisher portrayed a similar character in 2005's WEDDING CRASHERS: a sex-fueled dimwit. There she was at least lovable. In BACHELORETTE, she's just desperate and tiring.
The story mostly follows the three leads as they fumble their way through the night in search of a seamstress. Why, you ask? Because as they were drunk and high off their asses, Regan and Katie climbed into Becky's wedding dress and tore it down the middle. Like I said, best friends. The usual hijinks occur: strip clubs, vomiting, confessions, absurd, ill-timed speeches. There's a past relationship between Gena and Clyde (Adam Scott) that we're force-fed as well.
What's sadder is the cast is talented. Dunst had reached a critical high, after securing a win at Cannes for her portrayal of a depressed and doomed wife in 2011's MELANCHOLIA; Fisher and Caplan are both accomplished funny women; even James Marsden is great. Instead of allowing these actors to unfurl their talents, for whatever reason, BACHELORETTE wastes them, making them seem as small as an NYC apartment. The one silver lining is Aussie actress, Rebel Wilson, who plays the bride-to-be. Even with a negligible part, Wilson is still hysterical. After similar supporting characters in BRIDESMAIDS, and the upcoming PITCH PERFECT, one would hope it's only a matter of time before Wilson* is the one carrying a film. She's certainly capable.
*Fun fact for you: Rebel has two sisters named Ryot and Liberty, and a brother named Annachi. Someone greenlight a documentary about the Wilson family immediately.
I'm going over this again and I'm really shitting on this film, which doesn't sit well with me. This is Leslye Headland's directorial debut and she does a fine job with it. Headland's relatively new to the game, probably most known for being a staff writer on the severely underrated television show, TERRIERS. The film is made well, it's just not very enjoyable. It's like she wanted to take the heart of BRIDESMAIDS and the antics of THE HANGOVER and mix them together to form some sort of sexy, emotional cocktail. Regrettably, BACHELORETTE is the result of having so many of those concoctions that you feel sick to your stomach. I place the blame on whomever cut the trailer. Every single funny moment is in there, leaving nothing but scraps for the remaining ninety or so minutes.
With the recent success of BRIDESMAIDS and THE HANGOVER and WEDDING CRASHERS, raunchy films about nuptials are kind of the soup du jour. All these films are loosely based on reality. You can go to Vegas, but you're not going to yank out your own teeth or steal Mike Tyson's tiger; you can break into a party, but you're not going to lie your way into a government appointed official's weekend home. You get the idea. BACHELORETTE is the next in line, and I see the appeal. Just throw a bunch of attractive women together and have them say "fuck" and "shit" and ingest colossal amounts of cocaine, then spin them around and watch them go. But, just like a top, BACHELORETTE soon tips over, and you find yourself wanting to go do something else very quickly.