Three friends are asked to be bridesmaids at a wedding of a woman they used to ridicule back in high school.
Kirsten Dunst’s temper in movies isn’t terribly long. For “Bachelorette,” she’s made it even shorter. The part is nothing new — she plays a woman shocked to hear that a good friend is getting married before she is, but the brittle anger on display makes you want to tie a tourniquet around her heart. This is a comedy — often a broad one, written and directed with raging energy by Leslye Headland — that’s full of drugs and sex and sharp, funny dialogue that I’m not allowed to type for a family news organization. But Dunst is the realest, rawest thing in the film.