Sunday, July 24, 2005


“We’ve been comin’ to the same party for twelve years now, and in no way is that depressing” Ron Burgundy

Director: David Dobkin
Cast: Owen Wilson, Vince Vaughan, Christopher Walken, Rachel McAdams

Tagline: Life’s a party. Crash it.

The frat pack are very, very worried about their age. Just look at Ben Stiller in Zoolander, Will Ferrell in Anchorman, Jack Black in School of Rock, Will Ferrell in Old School, Vince Vaughan in Dodgeball, Will Ferrell in Elf, Mike Myers in Austin Powers or Will Ferrell in A Night At The Roxbury. All of these films on some level pose the same question: “should we stop partying?” With a plot concerning two professional wedding hoppers who lie to everyone, gorge themselves on cake, shots and tits, and expect no retaliation, the same question is not far off. It arrives only fifteen minutes in, and things get lot less fun from there on. Things get so bad that their God has to step in and wouldn’t you know it? It’s Will Ferrell.
Wedding Crashers is generally shitter than most of the films mentioned above. The story is so predictable that you can envision a writer confronted by the Microsoft paperclip saying “It looks like you’re writing a romantic comedy!” and opting to use Word’s Rom-Com Wizard. Jokes, even whole characters are borrowed from the Meet The Parents and American Pie franchises and the unimaginative one-joke characters like a swearing granny, a gay pervert and a family of Asians intended to draw the laughs simply by being onscreen, all come across as deeply insulting. As standard as the parts are, they still make as little sense as the movies tagline (you want me to ‘crash’ my life?) when put together. Plotholes and wild personality shifts are either ignored or smoothed over with “It’s love making them crazy”, as with love in Hitch or Christmas in Elf. The main cast are at worst extremely talented comedic performers without exception, but none of the circumstances are at all good enough. I’d rather see Wilson, Vaughan, Walken, McAdams and Ferrell on ‘Who’s Line Is It Anyway’ than at the whim of such a crappy template. The frat pack needn’t stop the fun just yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to party with some better story writers.


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