Bachelorette Movie Review

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Nearly unfolding as a tart satire of Bridesmaids taken to even further nuptial extremes, Bachelorette might be said to be the top contender ‘unwedding’ movie of all in recent times. And from an irreverently crafted female point of view, as subversively unchick flick as can be.

A stage to screen adaptation by playwright Leslye Headland, Bachelorette is a sort of thirtysomething Mean Girls post-grad arrested development romp. As a cynical trio of temptresses reconvenes years later for the wedding of high school plump pariah Becky (Rebel Wilson).

And where the thorny issue at hand is Becky rather innocently and inadvertently defying clique predictions that the most glamorous of the catty unholy trinity, Regan (Kirsten Dunst) would likely get hitched first, but certainly not the class ugly duckling. Who has in fact to their further dismay, landed a proverbial Prince Charming hunk.

And with an additional darkly laced kind of fairy tale role reversal kicking in as well, with Regan, bubbly boozer Katie (Isla Fisher) and sassy sexpot Gena (Lizzy Caplan) filling in for flirtier bombshell versions of those wicked stepsisters to Becky’s self-effacing plus size Cinderella. Though in the case of the no-holds-barred bad behavior bonding these fickle BFFs, let’s just say the ironic one size too small metaphorical slipper of these fanatically body conscious carb police, has been replaced with an uncooperative wedding dress serving as a comically indictable Exhibit A.

And the verdict on Bachelorette: Guilty as charged, what else. But frantically kooky and devilishly daring too. In other words, Bridemaids Plus.

Prairie Miller is a New York multimedia journalist online, in print and radio, who reviews movies and conducts in-depth interviews. She can also be heard on WBAI/Pacifica National Radio Network's Arts Express.