If Friday is still “date night” I’m sure legions of couples spent last night in movie theatres dealing with the fact that they just lost $12 and about 2 hours of their life.
I have yet to see the film, but a quick watch of the Bride Wars trailer and the CBC review seal its fate. Katrina Onstad, the author of the article, is my new hero. She considers bride/wedding movies in general, and not without the sarcasm (love it):
“We have come to await the main character’s transition from competent, professional woman to lunatic bride (My Best Friend’s Wedding; 27 Dresses). We await the dress montage; the squealing, handholding bridesmaid jump-around; the bouquet toss to the ravenous wolf pack of single gals. (Hey, Portly, don’t bother!) We await the gay-ish friend or relative poised at the ready to break out the sass. We await — oh yes — the Motown.”
And when rehashing the crux of the film:
“Bride Wars is about two best friends, Liv (Hudson) and Emma (Hathaway), who share a lifelong dream of getting married at Manhattan’s schmancy Plaza Hotel in June. Let’s measure dreams, shall we? Martin Luther King: big, worthy dream. Plaza wedding: sad, little dream.”
Lastly, Onstad hits it right on the nose:
But no — the wedding movie’s destiny was sealed from the first time two grown women honked like baby seals and jumped up and down clutching their bridal magazines. The good Lord knows: No. One. Does. This.
We should hope for more as girls, young women, and contributors to the very culture that tries to sell us not only the $12 ticket and the DVD (special edition no less), but the disgusting, insidious, and hefty morale: that your need for the perfect wedding is so important that you’d sabotage your community, friends, and your partner just to have your sad, little dream.