This movie about two guys who troll for tail during strangers' nuptials stretches its sketch-comedy premise into epic proportions -- two hours, sweet Lord! But when it works, which is most of the time, it's solely because of Vince Vaughn, who owns the sucker even when he isn't onscreen. Wedding Crashers blessedly flaunts its R rating -- Vaughn and Owen Wilson punctuate their sentences with more fucks than a porn movie -- and recalls the heyday of Animal House, Caddyshack, and Stripes, comedies made for grown-ups who still giggled like preteens. It's to be celebrated for its fearlessness, for being so wrong that it can't help but feel right. But it goes on far, far too long, beginning with too much of a bang -- an orgiastic montage, in which the boys crash a handful of weddings and fall into bed with a handful of topless women -- and winding down with too much of a whimper. It's as though the movie feels the need to apologize for having too good a time.
Director: David Dobkin
Writer: Steve Faber
Producer: Andrew Panay, Peter Abrams and Robert L Levy
Cast: Vince Vaughn, Owen Wilson, Christopher Walken, Rachel McAdams, Isla Fisher, Bradley Cooper, Kieran O'Donnell, Jane Seymore and Ron Canada