walking out of Wedding Crashers unhappy this weekend
needs to have their pulse checked.
Dobkin, the director responsible for so-so outings with
both Clay Pigeons and Shanghai Knights,
offers a one-two punch that delivers in everyway possible,
and then some. The movie centers on a pair of debauchery
prone bachelors named John Beckwith (Owen Wilson) and Jeremy
Klein (Vince Vaughn). Both John and Jeremy look forward
to wedding season the way a child looks forward to Christmas,
eager to open the bounty of gifts awaiting them each year.
has worked with both Vaughn and Wilson before in the past,
but getting both of these two actors together on screen
produces a chemistry no one could’ve predicted. In
fact, it’s similar to the type of chemistry that aided
another Vaughn pairing, with Luke WIlson in Old
School. This time out the results are even more
shallow sexist premise employed is the perfect setup for
Vaughn, who excels in roles such as this. His turn in Swingers
is the stuff of legend as far as awkward buddy roles are
concerned, and his turn here just about rivals good ole’
Trent. He oozes evil and danger at times, while mixing said
traits with the outright bizarre. Vaughn’s natural
zest and appeal both captivates and repulses alike. You
hate the guy at times, but you just can’t help but
want to see more of him.
the bad boy Vaughn is the far smoother Wilson, whose nickname
Butterscotch Stallion seems to be placed into context here.
He is just as much the B.S. artist that Vaughn is, but in
a far more mannered and polite matter. It’s only a
matter of time before his John begins questioning his own
actions. He’s in for more than the quick score, although
he isn’t really complaining along the way.
who has seen the trailer knows the setup. John and Jeremy
are brilliant schmoozers specializing in the exploitation
of needy single bridesmaids at the weddings of complete
strangers. They practice an ancient art of crashing weddings
uninvited, and proceeding to become the life of the party,
all the while marketing themselves to eager and beautiful
women with their every move. Their system is that of a doctrine,
passed down to Jeremy from a mysterious sage-like mentor
are going swimmingly for the dynamic duo of hook ups until
the mother of all weddings happens to fall into their laps
unexpectedly. The season is technically over, but Jeremy
feels that crashing the wedding of Christina Cleary (Jennifer
Alden), the daughter of respected Senator Cleary (Christopher
Walken), could be just the thing needed to snap John out
of his funk.
has been questioning the direction his life has been taking
as of late. He’s not as young as he used to be, yet
he has been reduced to meaningless romps with women whose
names he forgets the moment he’s gotten what he’s
wanted out of them.
these developments promise conflicts that will pit the crashers
against one another, however somehow the developments play
out in a bit more genuine fashion than one would expect
from a film such as this. There are a few oddball roles
thrown in for good measure, including an awkward younger
brother of John’s spoken for love interest, Claire
Cleary (Rachel McAdams). This character, Todd Cleary (Keir
O’Donnell), becomes the butt of many jokes revolving
around sexual preference.
it would be easy enough to dismiss this film as offering
nothing new to the genre, but that would be a grave mistake.
Somehow, Dobkind manages to maintain a hard r-rated adult
comedy, at a time when political correctness and consideration
continues to pull comedies of this ilk into maintaining
some form of accessibility factor with younger audience.
Crashers has plenty of opportunities to stumble into
the clichés that so often plague this genre. In fact,
the film seems to be heading in just such a direction towards
the close of the third act, but somehow manages to regain
composure and turn the cliché on its ear, well, sort
and writers Steve Faber and Bob Fisher never seem to break
stride or pull punches, and midway through the first act
you may find yourself realize that even other recent “so-called”
adult comedies have fallen prey to the trend of favoring
the safer, younger demographic market.
you don’t mind crude and crass behavior, side-splitting
laughs, and F-bombs galore, get thee to the cinema. You’ll
be glad you did.