Bachelorette is a total mess and I mean that as a compliment. It’s in the hysterical, drug-laced vein of “Pineapple Express,” in which none-too-bright, self-obsessed characters not only dig themselves deeper into a hole, but are too intoxicated to notice their own descent. Advertised as a darker take on the girls-can-be-gross-too humor genre "Bachelorette," which was directed and adapted by Leslye Headland from her 2007 play

Obsessive fashion flower Rebecca Brownwood makes two quick admissions that […]