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Yeah, “Bride Wars” is only a chick flick, but chicks deserve better than this.
Emma (Anne Hathaway) and Liv (Kate Hudson) are suburban Jersey girls who grew up together dreaming of their own perfect weddings — ceremonies orchestrated by New York’s best wedding planner and held at the historic Plaza Hotel.
Today Emma is a sweet, unassertive, financially challenged middle-school teacher. Liv is her polar opposite, a cutthroat attorney with a panoramic view of Midtown Manhattan and a fat bank account.
But they remain best friends. It figures that they become engaged in the same week.
A scheduling error finds both women booked to be wed at exactly the same time in different rooms at the Plaza. This means Liv and Emma cannot serve as each other’s maid of honor as planned. And their mutual friends will have to decide which wedding to attend.
All would be well if only one of them would cancel (or if they would agree to a double wedding), but they’re too stubborn for that. This means war.
Emma sabotages Liv by anonymously sending her irresistible candies and cookies. Soon the bride-to-be cannot squeeze into her Vera Wang wedding dress.
“You don’t alter a Vera Want to fit you … you alter yourself to fit Vera,” she wails.
Liv retaliates and Emma emerges from a tanning salon the color of a fireplug. So Emma dyes Liv’s hair blue.
These are best friends, remember?
Here’s the problem: Both of these women behave like raving idiots. You can’t root for either of them, and the peripheral characters — the grooms are played by Brian Greenburg and Chris Pratt, the high-powered wedding planner by Candice Bergen — aren’t particularly important.
It’s possible to make an enjoyable movie about unlikable characters, but it takes a lot more humor and cleverness than is displayed in the screenplay by Casey Wilson (“Saturday Night Live”), Greg DePaul (“Saving Silverman”) and June Diane Raphael.
Director Gary Winick made an impressive splash in 2002 with “Tadpole.” Since then, he has been reduced to cutesy stuff like “13 Going on 30” (and a solid adaptation of Charlotte’s Web), and he’s unable to find a way to make “Bride Wars” fresh. Pretty much every cliché of the wedding movie gets trotted out, from the bachelorette party with male strippers to a squad of wedding professionals who act like the Secret Service, talking into their shirt cuffs and dropping military jargon.
An aura of familiarity and desperation hangs over the enterprise. After all, this is the era of “Bridezillas” — every week on TV you can see real-life wedding disasters more interesting than what goes on here.
Running time: 1:29
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