Director: Paul Feig
Stars: Kristen Wiig, Maya Rudolph, Rose Byrne, Chris O'Dowd, Ellie Kemper, Melissa McCarthy, Jon Hamm, Wendi McLendon-Covey

OK, so we’re as guilty as any other imprudently chauvinistic guy. Despite the presence of both current and former SNL lookers Kristen Wiig and Maya Rudolph, the lady-driven Bridesmaids, prior to its release, never felt like more than an equal opportunity ploy that’d offer some laughs but ultimately go the way of, say, The House Bunny—moronic, we know. But, as its phenomenal $168 million box office intake shows, director Paul Feig’s blockbuster comedy is a crowd-pleaser for all sexes that’s destined for 40 Year Old Virgin-like durability. We owe the ladies a sincere apology.

Especially Wiig, who anchors the film with an equally hilarious and endearingly vulnerable performance as the love-deficient BFF of Rudolph’s soon-to-be-hitched character; aided by Rose Byrne’s believably snooty performance and breakthrough champ Melissa McCarthy’s flatulent scene-swipes, Wiig’s long overdue starring vehicle (which she also co-wrote for super-producer Judd Apatow) achieves “funniest movie of 2011” status without really trying all that hard—one gets the sense that all involved had a carefree blast making Bridesmaids.

A few of the sequences don’t know when to end properly (a possibly byproduct of Wiig’s Saturday Night Live experience, where skits hardly ever conclude successfully), and the story’s payoff isn’t as irreverent as it could have been, but that’s all good; Bridesmaids, like a sexy woman, overcomes its flaws by offering unabashed, and often raunchy, pleasures. What, you thought chauvinism was completely dead?