Bridesmaids (Paul Feig, 2011)
(Rewatch)
An estrogen-soaked comedy about a couple of self-centered catty bitches vying for the favor of a bride that stars a bunch of people that I don't give a shit about should not be something I enjoy. I generally dislike live-action comedies, I hate weddings, and I'm a shallow bitch who prefers to watch movies with lots of men. Hot men, in particular, and
Bridesmaids lacks hot men.
And the first time I saw it, during its theatrical release, I fully expected to hate it. I thought watching this would be a chore. But it wasn't a chore. I laughed,
multiple times even, and I was rooting for Kristen Wiig's Annie to get the guy. Walking out of that theater, I thought surely it must've been a fluke. I must've been in just the right mood for it to work and that the situation certainly wouldn't be repeated. But I watched it again awhile later and somehow got the same result. Tonight's experience was no different.
I still cannot for the life of me explain what the hell about this movie appeals to me, because everything about it says it shouldn't appeal to me, but damn it, I like it. I probably won't end up voting for it, but I like it.