Sigh. Bridesmaids is yet another entry into the “OMG, I laughed my fucking ass off!” genre of contemporary comedies that I just can’t get into. Actually, Bridesmaids represents a pretty big step up on Knocked Up and The Hangover in my book. There’s a definite genuineness to the proceedings, and it’s well-acted across the board. Kristen Wiig has gotten most of the hype for her lead performance as maid-of-honor Annie Walker —and it’s deserved; she mixes deadpan with emotion very well—but I was equally impressed by “Damages” star Rose Byrne as the lonely-and-overcompensating Helen Harris. The real star, though, is Melissa McCarthy as the mannish, brutish-but-loving Megan. She steals every scene she’s in. And there are some definite very moments. So what’s the problem? Well, first and foremost, anything that has Judd Apatow’s name to it seems to go on far longer than it should. There was absolutely no reason for Bridesmaids to be over two hours long—at 85 minutes, it might have been a sharp, snappy barrel of laughs with some substance to it. But at its actual length, it drags far too often. I like that Bridesmaids aspires to be more than just a dumb comedy, but that doesn’t mean it needs to belabor its point for what feels like eons. Director Paul Feig tries to fill the time by having Annie hit rock bottom time and time again, which eventually starts to get wearisome and irksome. Perhaps I’m being slightly harsh on Bridesmaids, a movie that has its heart in the right place, but overstretched dramedies are a pet peeve of mine, so I just can’t go higher than a barely positive rating.