Wednesday, August 03, 2005
We Got Gypsies In The Palace!
John and Jeremy cheer on a happy couple they've never met in Wedding Crashers.
The Fetching Mrs Crime Dog and I went out to a movie last night, and saw the funniest film we've seen in years. Let me tell you something, Parrotheads, if you want an evening of laugh-your-ass-off-out-loud comedy, here's your ticket: Wedding Crashers, starring Vince Vaughn as Jeremy and Owen Wilson as John, two slicksters who show up uninvited at weddings in search of babes to bag. This one has to make the top ten on any Parrothead-friendly movie list!
I always knew Vince Vaughn was a funny guy, in a sort of controlled manic, quirky sort of way. In Wedding Crashers, it's as if director David Dobkin told him where each scene was heading, and then turned him loose to do his thing. His comic timing with sidekick Owen Wilson, virtually the straight man in this flick, is nearly perfect. Hysterical. Just make sure you pee before you go into the movie. We don't want any accidents here.
OK, there's a downside to everything, right? Here, it's the last half hour that sort of mopes around until finally picking up again when John meets the quintessential crasher, Chaz (Will Ferrell), now crashing funerals, of all things.
However much the film slows down towards the end, the first ninety minutes are worth the price of admission. Miss this one, and you'll be in the dark every time someone throws out the inevitable Wedding Crashers reference quote like:
I got a stage-five clinger.
Rule #1: Never leave a fellow crasher behind.
Let's play tummy sticks.
Tattoo on the lower back? Might as well be a bullseye.
Erroneous! Erroneous! Erroneous on both accounts!
Grief is nature's most powerful aphrodisiac.
Go to the theater. Buy your ticket. Watch the movie. The Crime Dog cannot tell a lie.
