Cinema Review: Bridesmaids Rhian Morgan June 26, 2011 Movie Reviews 3874 Reviewed by Rhian Morgan Now, if youâ€™re going to see a rom-com, then you want to see one by cool-kidÂ producer Judd Apatow. With his films more comedy-heavy than romance-laden Jennifer Aniston syrupyÂ snoozefests, you can be sure of a good chuckle. Youâ€™d have to be as poe-faced as Maria Shriver after discovering her marriage was expendableÂ to not at least find some of his back catalogue hilariousÂ (Anchorman, Forgetting Sarah Marshall and a film that admittedly had only me cracking up in the cinema, Step Brothers). But I still felt some trepidation about Bridesmaids. The name, for a start,Â doesnâ€™t inspire confidence. Plus the plot sounds yawnsomely predictable for aÂ rom-com â€“ a maid of honour bitchily competes with another bridesmaid in theÂ run-up to their friendâ€™s wedding. What makes it a cut above the rest is co-producer, writer, and star of the showÂ Kristen Wiig, who plays the â€˜dishonourableâ€™ maid in question, Annie. Her snarky bitterness as a failed baker-turned-jewellery-sales assistant is truly comic, asÂ she takes her frustrations out on her loved-up customers. Also funny are her pitiful â€˜encountersâ€™ with cad-tastic Ted (Mad Menâ€™s JohnÂ Hamm) and her burgeoning romance with an inexplicably Irish Wisconsin cop calledÂ Rhodes (rib-tickler Chris Oâ€™Dowd of The It Crowd and Gulliverâ€™s TravelsÂ fame). And youâ€™ll be whacked in the chops by Melissa McCarthy, who plays fellowÂ bridesmaid Megan, a full-on nympho. â€œI want to climb him like a treeâ€ she drools over a particularly unlikely lust object. Both McCarthy and Wiig will have youÂ giggling like a gaggle of R-Pattz-obsessed school gals whenever thereâ€™s anyÂ gross-out scenes, with gags as good as the best lines in Bridesmaids’ comedy twin brother, The Hangover. They both play endearing characters, as does Oâ€™Dowd, whoseÂ sweetness left many female members of the audience cooing and billing. Whatâ€™s not so funny are her run-ins with her flatmate (Matt Lucas) and theÂ stereotypical bitchiness between her and her revoltingly thin rival, Helen (RoseÂ Byrne) whom I think us women are supposed to envy as the supposed figure ofÂ perfection. And the aptly named Maya Rudolph (donâ€™t mention the nose! Oh dear, the bitchiness isÂ highly contagious) wonâ€™t trouble your funny bone that much as the bride,Â Lillian. Disappointingly, as is the case with most rom-coms, Bridesmaids fails in the final act. FromÂ fruity comedy it descends into candy floss-laden romantic biliousness and evenÂ my favourites, whom I was rooting for throughout, lost a lot of my sympathy in someÂ heavy-handed cringe-fests. Which is a shame, for the girls might want to have fun but the last scenes areÂ about as tooth-achingly annoying as the ubiquitous person sat next to youÂ chomping popcorn. Yet despite my misgivings I’m not quite ready to run to the divorce courts just yet over my anticlimax. Rather, my enduring passion for the film seemed to burn out when I was left feeling like the gal who fails to catch the bridal bouquet and leaves feeling just a little disappointed.