Wedding Crashers is another link in the chain of movies that is made up of a few of the members of the sweetly named `Frat Pack' which for those who don't know, consists of roughly Ben Stiller, Will Ferrell, Jack Black, Steve Carell, Luke Wilson and in this case Vince Vaughn & Owen Wilson...(Plus one of the aforementioned, but I wont ruin the surprise)
These guys have had a good run of flicks to date, they seem to find something a little different to base a series of jokes around, a sport (Semi-Pro-basketball, Blades of Glory-ice skating, Dodgeball-err dodgeball) or a subject matter to reel gags out on (Zoolander-modelling, Starsky & Hutch-Cops) or in this case crashing weddings.
They say a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, but fear not, this flick is not it.
With possibly the best teaming of the Frat packers, the relaxed, lovable charm of Wilson and the verbal diarrhoea of Vinny bounce one liners and comic metaphors off each other like a pinball table with multi-ball bonus on full tilt (See what I did there?). It really is jam full with quotable spiel you'll be scrabbling for a piece of paper to jot down ready to unleash on the guys up the pub.
So the basic story is this. The two leads play a couple of divorce mediators who during the week help couples realise where they went wrong and settle their problems, then by weekend, crash weddings under the cover of long lost relatives to hook up with girls, with much success. After a full season, and a cracking montage, the encore is to crash a huge wedding, the daughter of the Secretary of Treasury, one last blast to put the icing on the cake.
The Secretary in question is Christopher Walken, who, I'm sorry, can deliver a line better than anyone...I mean if a part in any movie was to be cast solely dependant on an actor reading a single line, then my money would be on Walken. Other than that, Sam Jackson, Pacino and maybe Nicholson. That's it.
Anyhow, fast forward to our guys both falling for a couple of hotties (Rachel McAdams & Home and Aways' Isla Fisher) who are sisters and the daughters of the Secretary and them scoring an invite to be taken along to the family's private estate where the fun really begins - I tell ya, there are so many hysterical characters and scenes in the mid part of this film, it's a wonder the big cheese movie execs didn't try to spread it out over this and a sequel! That's what you get in this 90 minutes...two films worth of content for the price and timespan of one - how can you go wrong?
So you got a gay brother, a crazy senile old Nan, a hyperactive/hypercompetitive fiancé, a flirtative Mother and then a crazy as a coconut author of the wedding crasher rulebook, Chaz, to digest in here, trust me, if you need a little pick me up on a dreary night, whack this DVD in - problem solved.
So what else to say about a rom-com with a stellar cast? Well I suppose I'll just throw a quote in there - apparently this is what you do when somebody has said something perfectly before, don't change it, quote it. So...when asked about whether Jane Seymour's baps were "made for speed or made for comfort?" aghast, Wilson can only listen to the question: "So did you play the motor boat on them? You motor boating son of a bee, you old sailor you"...hilarious!
...it'll make more sense when you get this. Because you're gunna get it right? For a fiver, you'd be a fool not to!