Bridesmaids, in which girls go bachelorette party-wild, has entered the [...]

In a Judd Apatow production, no mention of gastrointestinal or bodily fluid concerns is overlooked . So naturally, the meat-eaters pay their price. Just after they’ve slipped into $800 dresses at a high-end boutique shop, their stomachs start rumbling, their faces redden, the sweat breaks out. Soon, two of the women are hurtling to the shop’s single bathroom, vomiting on their gowns—and each other— into a single toilet. Meanwhile, the fat, bawdy Megan (Melissa McCarthy) defecates into a sink; Wiig swallows her puke along with a breathmint; and, in the most disturbing fecal-related cinematic shot since Divine actually consumed dog shit in “Pink Flamingos,” the gown-clad bride herself (Maya Rudolph), dashing to find an unoccupied restroom, has a full-blown “accident” in the middle of a busy intersection.