Master Shots

History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce. In a lot of ways I would say this is the worst film I've ever seen. I was about to prefix that by saying "it gives me no pleasure to say this but..." however the reality is that it gives me immeasurable pleasure. I watched this on a plane and had to stop myself howling with that sweet glee that comes from seeing something that is the complete distillation of everything you don't want to see. Everything wrong. Everything uncomfortable. Everything uncanny. All in one 134 minute algorithm. Fundamentally, on a

Ultimately I think we're right to hold this up as an archetype for the kind of screenwriting that dominated Hollywood comedies the 2010s, even though next to no films in the decade managed to advance it in any meaningful way. That off-beat but totally on-beat delivery, the steadfast commitment to chemistry throughout a series of clear cut episodes, all of which reaching a message much greater than 'women can do buddy comedies too'. A series of unimaginatively filmed locations provide sufficient backdrops for at least two unforgettably funny set pieces so refreshing as to earn Bridesmaids modern classic status. Considering