Take a Drink: for every wedding and/or toast.
Take a Drink: whenever there’s a gay, stereotype, or pussy joke.
Take a Sip: anytime you see a bad wig or photo of a bad wig.
Do a Shot: if you catch the Lost reference. Do Two: if you were the last one.
Take a Drink: for every photoshopped photo.
Shotgun a Beer: for the Speed /E.T. moment.
By: Felix Felicis (Three Beers) –
It’s a tale as old as time, a song as old as rhyme, it’s beauty and the guy-with-no-friends-who-hires-a-guy-to-be-his-best-man-at-his-wedding-and-they-really-become-friends-and-learn-the-magic-of-friendship. The bromance genre is alive and well with heavy hitters like Wedding Crashers and The Hangover paving the way for films like The Wedding Ringer to slide into home on a trick play. The trick being that it was actually, mostly, funny.
The Wedding Ringer follows the awkward-but-likeable Doug Harris (Josh Gad) as shit hits the nuptials fan two weeks before his wedding to way way way wayyy out of his league hottie Gretchen Palmer (Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting). Calling in the big guns and Golden Tux, Jimmy Callahan, as “Bic Mitchum” (Kevin Hart), Doug rents a best man complete with a motley crew of groomsmen to round out the wedding party and convince his fiancée he’s not a desperate loser. Will Doug and Jimmy learn the true magic of friendship? Will Gretchen discover their dastardly scheme? Will I ever be able to eat peanut butter in front of my dog again?
Don’t get me wrong, this movie was stupid; but it embraced the warmth of peeing on itself with gusto. Kevin Hart is a smart and incredibly witty actor with surprisingly sharp comedic chops who happens to make terrible decisions on which roles to take nine times out of ten. This is the tenth time. Teamed up with the adorably earnest Josh Gad, Hart’s Hitch-esque character has enough genuine onscreen chemistry to offset most of the extremely stereotypical humor.
The ensemble cast shines and each play their parts to a tee. In addition to Gad and Hart, Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting as Gretchen nails an extremely difficult balance of relatable-yet-narcissistic that took me YEARS to achieve. The groomsman are a diverse collection of talented actors who make this Wedding Ocean’s Eleven a cornucopia of laughter every time the gang’s onscreen. It’s like watching a super awesome train wreck in slow motion where nobody really gets hurt and you go for frozen yogurt afterward. The Wedding Ringer has some laughs, some charm, and even a heartfelt moment or two, making this film a decent entry into the bromantical arena.
The Wedding Ringer may be the least original concept of all time. Of. All. Time. But it embraced the roots of the genre with enthusiasm; maybe too much enthusiasm, because you couldn’t swing a dead hipster in the movie without hitting a stereotypical gay joke (the twist at the end with the wedding planner diverted some, but not all, of that into satire), pussy joke, or extremely gross animal prank shenanigan. It’s like whoever wrote this screenplay smoked weed and went to Taco Bell, leaving a chimp in the middle of a grand mal seizure to finish the script.
The paint-by-numbers plot was so easy to follow that the bitch sitting to my left felt free to text all throughout the film and the glare off her iPhone really illuminated the pen I jammed into her right eye forty-five minutes in. Seriously. Bob Ross could’ve sketched out the plot in his sleep and still had time to paint some happy motherfucking trees.
The fact that I still liked, nay, even enjoyed the movie despite the extremely aggressive (and possibly offensive) spurts of off-color humor speaks volumes to the talent of the cast. It was vulgar for no other reason than to be vulgar, though, and films like Bridesmaids showcase what The Wedding Ringer could’ve been, but fell just short of.
There could’ve been more character development because, while the ensemble cast delivered exactly what you paid to see, it was slightly one note with each character arc following a predictable trajectory, leaving you feeling entertained, but ultimately moved only on the shallowest of levels. Funny but not impactful, The Wedding Ringer was better than expected (*if you expected to be junk-punched by a Gorilla) and I laughed more than I thought I would. The film is a decent entry into the bromantical comedy genre appropriate for *all (*do NOT bring children to this) ages.
The Wedding Ringer is a film you’ll find yourself laughing at, with, and after; not a bad way to spend a couple of hours (trust me, I once went on a blind date who wouldn’t shut up about Crossfit).