“Like, I’m 32, and in the last year, three of my best friends have had a kid for the first time, and not only do I not want to see their bloody kid [laughs]—you know, it’s great, that not only do I not see them, when I do, I have to now hang out with a little person that’s really terrible at drinking games.”
(I didn’t ask him if he’d tried turning it off and on again.)
I won’t lie. I’m a little disgruntled that everyone and their grandmother has interviewed Richard Ayoade about his new movie even though I’m a Mighty Boosh, IT Crowd, Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace obsessive and I saw Submarine at Sundance and loved it and have been pitching interviews with him even before the movie got a release date and I totally appreciate that he probably hates doing press so I would be super extra nice and let him talk about whatever he wants like. But I think most of the people who interviewed him feel the same, and it probably makes him feel super-awkward, but what wouldn’t?! That’s part of his flipping charm! But you should still go see Submarine this weekend.
Between Bridesmaids and Submarine, The IT Crowd is taking over America. I don’t like sharing! Stop liking the things I like! Oh, sorry, that was the angsty teen in me. Not the grown woman.
Also, if you like that, you should check out Bunny and the Bull too!
Bridesmaids is not quite a chick flick, although it was written by Wiig and Annie Mumolo and boasts a femme-centric cast. There’s some stuff about love, but it’s definitely not a romcom. What it’s about really is friendship between women, and although it won’t be to every woman’s taste, there are plenty more who will see themselves in this broad comedy laced with the angst, loneliness, and insecurity that our protagonist Annie is riddled with. Of course, Judd Apatow’s production credit can’t go unmentioned; the king of the bromance empire is one of many listed among the producers, including Wiig and Mumolo. Labeling Bridesmaids a womance is both a jab at Apatow and a way of making the movie something a little more comforting and familiar than its ovaries-to-the-wall ‘tude. It’s not The [Frigging] Hangover. It’s not The Wedding Crashers. It’s Bridesmaids, bitches!
