There's more cheer to be gained from staring outside at a bleak and desolate winterscape in the twilight of a shortened day than paying good money to endure this example of cinematic offal.
Bride Wars will ensnare the fairer sex like an evil goddamn tractor beam and there's nothing you can do about it. If you must go see it, take a book. Or some cyanide.
Director Gary Winick has long since abandoned his cool cred from Tadpole and 13 Going on 30 and given himself over to the dark side of making glossy amusements that are about as deep as staring into a snow globe.
You want to see Anne Hathaway in a worthy vehicle? Check out "Rachel Getting Married." You want to see Kate Hudson in a worthy vehicle?Rent a time machine.
