Main cast: Jason Biggs (Jim Levinstein), Seann William Scott (Steve Stifler), Alyson Hannigan (Michelle Flaherty), Eddie Kaye Thomas (Paul Finch), Thomas Ian Nicholas (Kevin Myers), January Jones (Cadence Flaherty), and Eugene Levy (Jim's Dad)
Director: Jesse Dylan
This completely unnecessary addition to the American Pie saga sees only the daring few that return to this movie and risk being typecasted forever. Then again, just what did Jason Biggs got up to lately anyway, apart from getting naked on stage in The Graduate? When even Chris Klein, Mena Suvari, and Tara Reid don't return to American Wedding, it says a lot just how desperate the remaining crew has to be. Eugene Levy is excepted, of course. He has nothing to lose in starring in this movie.
Set three years after American Pie 2, this time around Jim decides to pop the question to his girlfriend Michelle. Of course, this is after Michelle mistakes the question as "Will you blow me under the table in this restaurant?" I'm ashamed to say I found that scene hilarious. But after that, the movie focuses on Jim's wedding plans. And, er, that's it. Kevin doesn't have anything to do here, while Paul and Stifler find themselves trading personalities of sorts to win Michelle's sister Cadence. Apart from some awkwardly inserted obligatory gross-out scenes involving Jim shaving his pubic hair (a scene that is shockingly unfunny) and such, there is nothing much to crow about in American Wedding.
Its biggest mistake is trying to compensate for its skimpy plot by letting Stifler run amok in this movie. Stifler here isn't Stifler as much as a loud, obnoxious, and overly crude ass devoid of any intelligence that is more evolved than Cro-Magnon. In fact, one can say that this movie is his movie, and let's just say watching a fraternity braindead reject cussing like a fishy-smelling stinkpot is not my idea of fun. The inept "redemption" of Stifler towards the end only make me cringe.
There are some good moments in this movie, like Michelle bonding with Jim's Dad. I confess I also sigh a little when Jim and Michelle finally do get married. A pervert and a nympho - how else could we define a match made in heaven? It's also nice to see that Paul's one true love remains Stifler's Mom. Now if only those two would just realize it and run away to better Sequel Land together.
There's just nothing actually necessary in this movie. Unless there are people who for some reason just has to watch Stifler scream "cunt" at the top of his voice over and over to get their kicks, then by all means go watch this movie. And while you're at it, go stick your nose into an operating cheese grater. There's nothing too funny or too gross to justify its raison d'etre. It's just there for us to give Hollywood more money and to keep talented thespians like Jason Biggs employed while they wait for their Big Breakthrough.
Perhaps the scene where Stifler eats dog droppings is the most accurate summation of the relationship between this movie and its audience. Although... does that make me Stifler? Oi! Pass me the arsenic. If karma plays out right, everyone in this movie will remain in Typecast Hell forever, deservedly so!
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