Wedding Crashers

The opening scene finds our amazingly romantic protagonists, Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn, haplessly watching a venomous couple and their noxious lawyers trade barbs. Turns out they crash Washington weddings on the side. Not, as director David Dobkin explains, in an exploitive way, but in an innocent, idealistic way. It's a 35-year-old man coming-of-age story. Well, it does point to some of the hypocrisies of our times, but, I wouldn't draw too much social commentary from this rather predictable Hollywood big-name film.

We all know that, in the end, despite the odds of ever finding true and lasting love in this use it before you lose it world, they'll find their (filthy rich) dreamgirls and happiness ever after. It's lighthearted and mildly entertaining. The commentary track with Vince and Owen is typically lame, the actors never have anything to say except stuff like, "Well, I did feel a bit awkward touching Jane Seymour's tits because, well, she's Jane Seymour." Directors are much better, and Dobkin's track does add a bit to a pretty lame film.

We do see the insides of the Kennedy-like family our crashers end up marrying into. Behind the touch football is real anger and aggression and sadness and pain and darkness. All the stereotypes, from the batty, bigoted granny to the boozing, trampy wife (yes, Jane Seymour), are represented. The men in this film come off pretty golden. Oh well, made by guys, with very high paid guys, for high paid guys to take their dates too. I'd say dream on, except these guys are laughing all the way to the bank.