We love Owen Wilson. We love Vince Vaughn. They do make a great team, bantering and playing off each other with just the right combination of bravado, vulnerability, crassness, and wit. The rest of the movie is a bait and switch – it looks like a dude-friendly movie about making time with chicks and being guys, but really, it’s a romantic comedy starring two lads with a long haul toward any sort of redemption. It’s funny and it’s entertaining, and what more do you want? It is not, however, a Komedy Klassic.
I’m not saying it’s a steaming pile of poo at all; wisely director David Dobkin (Shanghai Knights, of all things) basically lets his stars do what they do best and be the stars, but the rest of the movie is really just a support network for the boys. On-screen sisters Rachel McAdams (Mean Girls) and Isla Fisher are, however, good matches for their respective counterparts. They have the right balance to whichever fella is supposed to be involved with them, and they get their own moments of comedy. Fisher in particular is a pleasant surprise (we already knew McAdams could be funny) and she provides a good deal of the freshness of the film.
Overall, Wedding Crashers has some nice round laughs and “rewind it – what did he say?” banter, a quick pace, and likeable people. You can’t help but grin at the ridiculous excess of the opening montage and the boys’ ludicrous schemes for chasing wedding-sodden tail. Enter Bradley Cooper as the yacht club wank boyfriend of McAdams, looking like Jamie Kennedy on steroids, and we finally have a heavy worth watching, however two dimensional and stereotypical he may be. Surely our boys Owen and Vince can defeat such a creature as this, right? Oh but wait – here comes Christopher Walken, lending much needed gravitas to a hybrid movie that kind of doesn’t have anywhere to go too soon.
It’s different than anything you have seen before, and yet you have seen it all before – but you don’t mind. The characters are all quite simple, the situations are simply impossible, but it’s a nice little jaunt down Peter Pan Lane. Everyone has great chemistry, and Jane Seymour gets not quite enough chances to pull out her hot-mama stops, but the movie lives and dies by whether you love that thing that Wilson and Vaughn do. They happen to crack me up no matter what they do (almost), so I had a good time, despite the bumpy ride. It’s a thin summer so far for comedy, and it’s probably the only movie a girl can get her boyfriend to with the word “wedding” in the title all century. So, enjoy.
MPAA Rating R-sexual content, nudity, language
Release date 7/15/05
Time in minutes 119
Director David Dobkin
Studio New Line