Bachelorette: Movie Review (6.0/10 – Good)
Review by Reel Views
Sometimes a movie is so good it makes me glad I’m in the business of writing reviews. Bachelorette is not one of those. Sometimes a movie is so bad it makes me want to go into seclusion and never see another film. Bachelorette is one of those.
I don’t often use the words “godawful” and “abomination” to describe a movie, preferring to reserve such terminology for extreme instances when I feel duped and mortally offended. Case in point: Bachelorette. Often with a bad film, I search for something positive or productive to say, cognizant as I am that there are real people with real feelings behind the production.
Review by Vulture
The best reason to see Bachelorette and For a Good Time, Call… is to watch girls talk dirty — after which you can muse on (and debate among yourselves) whether the female writers have fashioned their heroines to fit lewd male fantasies or triumphantly wrested the image of Bad Girls from males and their infamous gaze. I can go either way, which I hope suggests virile open-mindedness rather than wussy indecision. Uneven as these movies are, there’s a lot going on in them. They’re ballsy.
Leslye Headland’s Bachelorette was a play before a movie and well under way when Kristen Wiig cleared the way for feminine raunch in Bridesmaids. Headland’s film is even raunchier — and braver, the farcical plot rooted in female competition, self-hatred, and the characters’ feeling that their bodies aren’t entirely under their control.
Review by EW
Just a year or so ago, girls behaving ”badly” — really raunchy, really messed up on drugs, really promiscuous and narcissistic — seemed to be a revolutionary flavor in movie comedy. To see how quickly it’s become the new normal, check out two current high-profile indie comedies. Bachelorette (R, 1 hr., 24 mins.; opening Sept. 7 but available on VOD) follows a bride-to-be and her three friends over the course of one endless, drunken, hapless bachelorette party. The movie would like to be Bridesmaids meets Superbad meets a very special episode of Snooki & JWoww. For a Good Time, Call… (R, 1 hr., 25 mins.; now in limited release) tells the tender tale of two roommates who team up to launch a phone-sex line. Whatever their virtues or flaws, each of these movies makes the dirtiest episode of Sex and the City look like Doris Day fluff.