Three friends are asked to be bridesmaids at a wedding of a woman they used to ridicule back in high school. They unintentionally create a mess of their friend's wedding gown, therefore they set out on a frantic search for a replacement. But their mission degenerates into a night of booze, drugs and nightclubbing.
Bachelorette strives to recapture the close-to-the-knuckle comic mayhem that made Bridesmaids a surprise hit, but the essential sweetness that underpinned the earlier film's gross-out gags is sadly lacking.
It's a sour, only fitfully funny affair, wasting the abilities of its otherwise talented cast, which includes Kirsten Dunst, James Marsden, Adam Scott and Isla Fisher.
I don't see why women being as slobby and gross as the guys is such a feminist breakthrough -- especially since, as in Bachelorette, the slobbiness and grossness is witless.
Bachelorette is very much its own bitter brew, using the comic framework of a botched, coke-fuelled hen night to examine the stinging self-loathing exposed in three women by another's happiest day.
