Walking into Bridesmaids I believed that it was going to be a female Hangover. The movie poster and the television advertising led me to believe that. It wasn't. It was more along the lines of a female Knocked Up except without the vagina. What I'm saying is that it was more subtle than any bromance. It had the introspection of the lead looking trying to find a path forward. It was, as old movies of this genre would be called, a women's film.

There was some raunch. There was no Vegas.

They let the women be non-glamorous except for Rose Byrne. Remember when Rose Byrne was the frumpy one? Yeah, she's come a long way and I am happy to see her get a big, important supporting role in a high profile summer movie. Yes, I know that she was in one years back, but I'm glad to see her get glammed up.

You know who produced this movie? Judd Apatow. And you can tell because they weren't afraid to take a comedy that could've been about 90 minutes into the 120 minute zone. Yup, it was long and you can tell that it. At least it wasn't 150 minutes because I can imagine them taking it to that time limit. This is where the movie sligthly failed.

The funny didn't really happen much after the 1:00 mark. The raunch from the early part disappears and it becomes slightly serious. Who knew? The film makers, but not the marketers. They must want a hti really bad to fake out the moviegoers.

3 of 5 stars.

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