I’ve never been nor had any desire to be a bridesmaid, but this film might have just has managed to tip the scales in its favour. Think Sex and the City with less sex, add in a maid of honour mic battle, an ‘almost’ trip to Las Vegas with sedatives, a jaw-droppingly out-of-control tantrum at the bridal shower (one of my favourite scenes), and last but certainly not least, a big-boned tomboy – and you have, Bridesmaids.

It’s a classic story of the battles of friendship, namely between best friends Annie (Wiig) and Lillian (Rudolph). They have known each other since they were kids, but are set to be tested with Lillian’s newly found camaraderie in Helen (Byrne), the wife of her soon-to-be husband’s boss, and the antics of the other oddball bridesmaids.

It’s a mixed bag of giggles; some hearty laugh-out-loud ones and others not so much, but continuous snorts nonetheless. Wiig is hilarious in the film, capturing the funny, geek chic girl-next-door character excellently. She is the harness of the whole film, the one you point and laugh at but secretly the girl you want to be.  And whilst the other bridesmaids individually are funny in their own ways also, they do no more than just compliment Wiig – with maybe the exception of the butch proud Megan. 

Unfortunately, the film did drag a little. Bulking it out with another thirty minutes more than the usual hour and a half worked against the film’s favour and made the comedy patchy instead of punchy. We could have done with a bit more snap and a little less gap in-between the particularly funny parts. But all that aside, Bridesmaids is a pretty good equivalent for attempting the female answer to The Hangover. It pushes the boundaries between funny and gross, and by blurring that line we get memorable scenes that will leave the eyes bulging and the jaws hanging.

A decent chick flick to share with your girlfriends on how to, or not, do the dos! Oh, and watch out for the part with the young girl in the jewellery store *wink*.