If imitation is in fact the sincerest form of flattery, then Wedding Crashers and Step Brothers should be flattered af. This movie is just a crappy mash-up of those two movies with less endearing players.
Mike and Dave (Adam Devine and Zac Efron, respectively) are brothers in the liquor business. Both selling and consuming copious amounts of liquor. They’re the guys at any party without dates, working the room, getting the kegs stands going. Sound familiar?
With their sister Jeanie’s (Sugar Lyn Beard) wedding right around the corner, Mom and Dad (Stephanie Faracy and Stephen Root, respectively) stage an intervention wherein they inform Mike and Dave that they must bring nice, respectable dates to the wedding because despite what they think, Mike and Dave have a tendancy to ruin events.
After placing an ad on Craigslist and meeting a myriad of misfits and crackpots, the boys begin to worry that their search may be fruitless. Little do they know that two broke-ass, unemployed, crass ‘n crude chicks, Alice and Tatiana (Anna Kendrick and Aubrey Plaza, respectively), have gotten wind of their endeavor and plan to use the opportunity to go on a Hawaiian vacay.
One pseudo-elaborate ploy later and the foursome are on their way to the Aloha State. Upon arrival, the girls — all cleaned up in dresses and bows — meet Mike and Dave’s parents, their sister Jeanie, and her husband-to-be, Eric (Sam Richardson). Swiftly earning everyone’s approval, Alice and Tatiana peace tf out and revert back to their bad girl ways, watching porn and smoking pot in their hotel room.
The rest of the movie is what you’d imagine; hijinks, fuckery, and potty humor with saccharine undertones.
What I liked: Hollywood has certainly stepped up its game in terms of putting women in roles that would traditionally feature men. Daisy Ridley in Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Leslie Jones, Melissa McCarthy, Kate McKinnon, and Kristen Wiig in the upcoming Ghostbusters reboot, and so, so many women in the Marvel universe. This movie takes that same approach in turning the female lead stereotype on its ear.
Here, we’re presented with the idea that the guys are the delinquents. But then you have Plaza and Kendrick swearing, drinking, scratching themselves… not necessarily heroic, but they are certainly in control in this movie. They’re callin’ the shots. And doin’ the shots.
It’s pretty neat. That said, I would NEVER let my apartment get as filthy as theirs. However, I have eaten cereal out of a giant bowl in my underwear sporting last night’s makeup.
What I didn’t like: how much time do you have? First off, I enjoy most of this cast. I think Anna Kendrick is a goddamn national treasure. This movie just doesn’t do a good job of showcasing how good these actors can be. I try not to let my general disdain for young Hollywood cloud my judgement, but nobody in this movie was given the chance to be as awesome as they usually are.
Sugar Lyn Beard, the woman who plays Jeanie, has the most obnoxious voice I have ever heard in my life. It’s like an angry, persistent toothache. That’s neither here nor there.
At one point, she gets hit in the face by the wheel of an ATV that’s flying through the air. And the damage, as you may expect, is really bad. Then, like a day later, she gets a massage to help her relax.
Now, I’ve gotten a massage before and put my face in that hole on the table. It’s uncomfortable at best WITHOUT a face full of fresh cuts and bruises. There is NO FREAKING WAY she would’ve been able to do that.
The most enjoyable characters were Sam Richarson’s Eric and Jeanie’s best friend, Becky (Mary Holland). They were arguably two of the smallest roles, but both were so watchable and effortlessly funny.
Zac Efron and Adam Devine. These guys. Devine’s schtick is that he is socially awkward and screams a lot. Efron doesn’t have a schtick. He just takes his shirt off, like, all the time. Efron plays the John to Devine’s Jeremy. The Brennan to his Dale. The Lloyd to his Harry. Just not nearly as well as any of those duos.
The movie lacks creativity, even opening with a montage of the two at various parties, laughing, dancing with women, and doing party tricks. Uh, Steve Faber? Bob Fisher? You guys gonna say anything about this?
I’m glad I saw it for free.