If you think I am actually going to write about the film Bridesmaids you’re sadly mistaken. That’s not to say I don’t want to, no I would actually Love to. That is love with a capital L. The most buzzed? /hyped?/ talked-about? comedy of the summer written by Kirsten Wiig and Annie Mumolo is annoyingly still coming up on Google as “The Film Produced by Judd Apatow.” I know, it is still a fact but it’s grating nevertheless.
So yes female movie written by two women, starring six women and it’s not Mamma Mia or Nancy Meyers material, (and I am not qualifying that! Before people get angry with me…) it intrigues me. I am looking forward to it, so much that I have been ignoring the reviews. I really just want to see it and make up my own mind. (The other day I did read in an interview with Kirsten that she had written the script in six days with just a screenwriting book by her side… that was a little annoying too. Then she admitted it took four years to edit and shape the project. Thank God. There is no superhuman out there.)
Now if only London Transport will let me make it to the cinema I would be very grateful. I had planned to go and see Bridesmaids two times now and every single time there was trouble on the Tube, making me miss the film. Last time there were queues outside the station, people standing on the pavement waiting to get in. That was over-egging it a little bit I thought.
So just as a precaution I am not going to tell you when I am trying to go next. (You never know who might be listening…) As soon as I have accomplished my mission though, you will be the first to know. Here is hoping…