By Michael S. Goldberger, film critic
Hearing yourself utter the plot description of “Bride Wars” makes you wonder if either you or the world has gone insane. At minimum, certainly it must cause you to lose millions of brain cells. But a critic must be intrepid. So here goes: Two best friends since childhood vie to see who can have the better wedding at New York’s Plaza Hotel.
My gray matter now doubtlessly compromised, it nonetheless occurs that such narcissism would be tasteless even in better economic times. Granted, the tell-all trailers signaled that director Gary Winick’s film would be bad. It’s the sheer length and breadth of the bad that’s overwhelming.
