GROUP of women shriek hysterically. Crumpled pink sashes hang limply from their bodies while red devil horn head pieces flash garishly. The make-up so carefully applied earlier is sliding off their well-refreshed faces and gigantic silver false eyelashes are crawling down one woman’s cheek like an errant, alien spider. Welcome to the modern hen party where tackiness and outrageousness reign supreme. The bawdy American comedy film Bridesmaids, which opens here next week, has tapped into the madness that accompanies an impending nuptial.
Hailed by some US critics as the movie of the summer, in one scene the bridesmaids gather to discuss the theme of the “bachelorette party” (a hen do to you and me). “Versace meets Gold Rush,” suggests one oh-so-pretty bridesmaid. “Female Fight Club,” says the butch one of the group. “Tanned gentlemen who swallow fire, wearing…
