When Becky (Rebel Wilson) announces her engagement, it stings old high school friend Regan (Kirsten Dunst), an over-achieving, career-driven bitch-on-wheels, but she nonetheless pledges to handle all the wedding planning. The nuptials also reunite Regan with her two other best friends from adolescence — the sarcastic if somewhat self-destructive Gena (Lizzy Caplan), wounded by an unresolved relationship with an ex, Clyde (Adam Scott); and Katie (Isla Fisher), a ditzy party girl and cocaine fiend who loves the good life. Though Becky insists on keeping the bachelorette party low-key, Regan finds her interest caught by another member of the wedding party, Trevor (James Marsden). Much carousing and debauchery ensues, along with a tie-it-together sub-plot about repairing much inadvertent damage to Becky's dress.
Bachelorette had its premiere at the 2012 Sundance Film Festival, which is a bit dispiriting to think about — the fact that some truly independent and undiscovered filmmakers got a rejection slip merely so that this slapdash vehicle, populated with recognizable faces, could bring a bunch of stars to Park City, Utah. The movie is apparently adapted from Headland's own stageplay, but its willful bawdiness (slang like "cuntgina" is tossed around, and Gena's outgoing cell phone message chirps, "Eat a dick!") feels less rooted in character than some fantasy, gender-flipped construct — a women's studies paper on the subversion of heretofore historically masculine bonding through lewdness.
A few of Headland's referential riffs connect because of their specificity — analogies to Fast Times at Ridgemont High characters, Gena and Clyde's shared recollection through the prism of an old pop song, and the name-checking of a somewhat obscure Saturday Night Live sketch — but most of the writing just seems manic and desperate. The movie is basically After Hours cross-pollinated with The Sweetest Thing. None of the depth of insight into female friendships or romantic relationships in general present in abundance in Bridesmaids is on display in Bachelorette. It's just pointless vulgarity, peppered with some one-liners and channeled through showy, phony characters.
Then there is the acting, which is also problematic. Wilson (a scene-stealer in Bridesmaids, as Wiig's roommate) generally acquits herself, and Caplan — getting to showcase a more super-charged style than typical — is still a delightful screen presence, finding ways to work in sly bits here and there. Fisher and Dunst, however, deliver shrill, gaudy performances largely devoid of recognizable human traits. One merely wants this terrible Bachelorette party to be over, so that one doesn't have to see them again. For the full, original review, from ShockYa, click here. (Weinstein Company/Radius, R, 87 minutes)