Hollywood's newest bromance has all the sex, swearing, and scatological humor you've come to expect from producer Judd Apatowβonly this time, it's the women doing the projectile vomiting. Jennie Yabroff asks whether audiences are ready to watch the fairer sex be as foul as men. When Kate Middleton was being fitted for that now-famous Alexander McQueen wedding gown, you can be sure the scene was the epitome of taste and delicacy.
A similar scene in the upcoming Bridesmaids plays a little differently. At first, all is going well, as bride-to-be Lillian Maya Rudolph emerges in a fantasia of satin and tulle to the delighted gasps of her bridesmaids.
Then the gasps turn into belches, dry heaves, and worse: One of the gals Melissa McCarthy, in a movie-stealing role makes an ungodly noise, then apologizes, admitting she's not sure which end it came out of.
Lillian's maid of honor, Annie, Kristin Wiig , has just taken the group to lunch at a sketchy churrascaria, and it seems the meat has given them food poisoning. By the end of the scene, several bridesmaids have commandeered both the sink and toilet of the salon, while Lillian goes running down the street, dodging traffic and falling on her face before abandoning the search for a bathroom and squatting in the gutter with her dress billowing around her like a dying swan.
If you think this sounds like a scene from a gross-out bromance, you're right. But this time, it's the women who do the burping, farting, swearing, and projectile vomiting. But wedding-themed chick flicks tend to make half as much.
