The Wedding Crashers is the intellectual equivalent of Carey humor. Intellectual as intellectual gets, in a world where a rip along the butt-crack of a man's pants is the bone-tickling apogee of fun. This one is crammed with candid and quick-witted dialogues that are spoken in a breathless, cocky, or sometimes self-deprecating tone by one of the most fantastic comic-lead pairs in Hollywood.
Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn are brilliant as the couple with convoluted morals - in one scene John Beckwith (Wilson) is speculating if their life of wedding crashing to sleep with emotionally vulnerable women is - though certainly not sleazy - not entirely right in some way? Such pesky doubts are quickly swatted away as they dash back to another season of big weddings with gorgeous bridesmaids who are floating around in a particularly romantic mood after dancing, swilling champagne and watching their friends take the vows.
John Beckwith (Owen Wilson) and Jeremy Grey (Vince Vaughn) are a couple of divorce mediators who also belong to a rather advanced cult of wedding crashers. They have a 100+ rule book: 1. always remember you love animals and children 2. your favorite movie is "The English Patient" 3. practice your swing and salsa, girls love to get twisted around etc.! These rules are exhaustive and not be messed around with, and ensure you can tackle every situation you may encounter to get a girl in a sack.
And girls in the sack, they get flocks of - in a melee of colorful lingerie and pendulous curves that jump into beds with the excitement of soccer cheerleaders, waiting to be had by the practiced casanovas. The movie is plenty raunchy as it breaks into abrupt and unprepared scenes of nudity, dirty talk and lovemaking. The boys don't spare any kind of wedding - Indian, American, Greek, Jewish, Chinese, they are all conquered.
The fun begins when they crash into one final, big-league wedding of the daughter of the Secretary Of The Treasury, William Cleary (Christopher Walken). Everything is going as smooth as a baby's bottom when John falls in love with Claire Cleary (Rachel McAdams), the bride's sister. Jeremy, meanwhile, manages to hump the other sister Gloria (Isla Fisher).
Between Gloria who is as clingy as a wet lycra swimsuit, and John's hopeless adoration for Claire, the two studs start crashing right through their set of rules, big time. John realises Claire is already engaged to Sack Lodge (Bradley Cooper), a beefy man who is built as hard as nails and has the drive of a Rodeo bull in everything from sports to dinner-table conversation.
The scenes that follow the wedding are crazy funny, as both Jeremy and John land up at the Cleary home to spend a few days. There is the disastrous soccer game, a wacky family dinner, and then both Gloria and her homosexual brother start hitting on Jeremy indefatigably. The occasionally smutty, side-splitting humor will kill you as Jeremy and John side-step faux pas and deadlocks.
The ending is incredibly improbable, though exactly what you'd expect and not care a hoot about. The Wedding Crashers makes you laugh so hard, you really don't care how flakily the story ties up as long it brings on a couple of splutters more.
Rachel McAdams doesn't have much acting to do, and looks and smiles like a flower girl throughout. Isla Fisher is hilarious as the horny nymphet Gloria, reaching out to grab Jeremy in the most public places.
In the small trickle of comic Hollywood flicks that have come out this year, The Wedding Crashers easily swipes the top-spot. It's outrageous, bawdy, intelligent and yet slapstick at times. There is a good tickle in it for everyone.