I was legitimately excited to attend a screening of Bride Wars last night, cheerfully driving out to Tigard in the traffic and rain, a seriously SAD-afflicted girlfriend in tow, hoping that some dumb-but-fun chick flick brain candy would do us both some good.
I was wrong.
My palms were actually sweating with anger when I wrote my review this morning (the studio sheepishly screened it after our print deadline, so it's a web exclusive). Hit the link for more on my hatred and disappointment, and know that the trailer is basically all you need to see. Then just close your eyes, turn off your imagination, and think of the least creative ways there are to fill in the blanks, and the rest of the film will be revealed to you, at a $0 ticket price.
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