In its own modest way, Bridesmaids is actually pretty groundbreaking. On the most basic level, it’s a gender-reversal take on 2009’s The Hangover, where it’s the bridesmaids who go wild this time, not the groomsmen. And that alone would be cause for celebration. After all, how many raunchy, rollicking female buddy films have we seen in the last five years? (I’ll save you a trip to imdb.com. The answer is none.) (And no, Sex and the City doesn’t count.)
But the most satisfying aspect of Bridesmaids may very well be that it finally gives Kristen Wiig a proper vehicle for her outsized talent (she also co-wrote the script). Fans of Saturday Night Live already know what a powerhouse she is (SNL’s guiding principle seems to be: “Throw Kristen into the skit, she’ll make it better!”) and I’d enjoyed her supporting work in small films like Whip It! and Extract.
But anytime somebody steps out of skit comedy and into feature leads, you have to wonder: Can they really carry a film on their own? The answer, happily, is...








