The good news is Judd Apatow can produce more than just films about overgrown man-children whining and cracking middle-school jokes. The bad news is that this vehicle for Saturday Night Live‘s Kristin Wiig (who co-wrote the script), merely transfers the whining and gross-out humor to the opposite sex. Wiig plays a broke and depressed ex-baker whose bestie (Maya Rudolph) asks her to be maid of honor at her wedding, only to be undercut by a wealthy perfectionist (Rose Byrne of TV’s Damages). There are a few screamingly funny set pieces and some intriguing commentary on the economy and class differences in America today, but Wiig and director Paul Feig let her character descend into such an unlikable state of histrionics that you wonder why anyone would want her anywhere near a wedding. At least this proves that women can be as crude and immature in a film comedy as men—if that’s really a triumph.