this weekend at our house the boy and i went to devour scrumptious foods (oh our house, how i love you…), and as is custom, a movie was playing or the afternoon lull. this usually only happens during the off-season of baseball, yet it is a nice change. the precious time between sox mania is too rare around these parts. but i digress, this weekend the film on screen was that odious drivel: the wedding crashers (which, was picked to follow motherfuckin’ blow with motherfuckin’ johnny depp). i cannot for the life of me suspend my disbelief at this fucking movie.
if you are not familiar, a bit of background:
John Beckwith (Wilson) and Jeremy Grey (Vaughn), single bachelors, are long-time friends and business partners in divorce mediation in Washington D.C. The friends frequently “crash” (attend as uninvited guests) wedding parties to meet women, working from a set of rules taught to them by Chazz Reinhold (Will Ferrell). The duo always have cover stories for inquisitive guests and inevitably become the hit of every reception, to charm their way into the hearts of a bridesmaid for one night only.