The 1997 romantic comedy My Best Friend’s Wedding is filled with memorable scenes (an ensemble performance of I Say a Little Prayer in a lobster shack; Cameron Diaz singing karaoke, terribly, while wearing a baby pink twinset). But there’s one in particular that gets at the heart of what makes the Julia Roberts’ character, Julianne, so oddly appealing—despite being the kind of asshole who spends a large portion of the film’s 95 minutes trying to break up a happy couple.
The scene opens in Julianne’s hotel room. It’s the morning. She rolls out of bed to the sound of someone pounding on the door. The camera pans over the minibar (fridge wide open, shelves pillaged) and her bed (littered with half-eaten chocolate bars and empty airplane bottles of Absolut). In the background, the TV is on, playing an old movie at low volume. As she opens the door to her friend George, who has swooped in from New York to save her from herself, it is unceremoniously revealed that last night’s clay mask is still plastered to her face.
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Published on July 29, 2019 04:00