
Honestly, though, neither women nor their dates will flock to Bridesmaids to watch yet another 30-something fight her way through a recessionary world filled with unreliable studs.


Dumped by her boyfriend, she sleeps with a cheerfully uncommitted lout (Jon Hamm, happily parodying his hunky self) who thinks nothing of greeting his on-demand lover with "Hi, f - buddy!" With her downtown bakery felled by recession, Annie takes a job selling jewelry, only to throw her dreary new gig into daily peril by assailing customers with her jaundiced views on love and marriage. Of course you won't find much textbook feminism in Bridesmaids Wiig's Annie, a stalled Milwaukee pastry chef, owes a lot more to Bridget Jones than she does to, say, Erin Brockovich. Armed with a terrific ensemble plucked from the cream of current comedy, the two take a sharply affectionate scalpel to the chick-flick myth of earth-mother female friendship. The movie, ably directed by Apatow collaborator Paul Feig ( Freaks and Geeks), was co-written by Wiig with her longtime friend and collaborator Annie Mumolo. Were it not for some atonal meddling from co-producer Judd Apatow that's clearly designed to put male bums in the seats, Bridesmaids would qualify as one of the most groundbreaking mainstream movies of the past decade - an indie women's picture sneaking in under summer-blockbuster cover. The warring impulses within Wiig set a wonderfully skittish tone for the painfully hilarious new movie Bridesmaids, a screwy tale of female friendship and wedding planning from hell.

Saturday Night Live fans know Wiig can act out (Target Lady!), but if you've been paying attention, she can also act - she played, of all things, a steadying force in Drew Barrymore's underrated roller derby movie, Whip It. Kristen Wiig is a very pretty, very funny woman with reassuring crow's feet etched around her surprisingly anguished blue eyes.
