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Thursday, February 27, 2020

Movie Review: Wedding Cake

Wedding cake is an 8-minute, 33-second long short film directed by Viola Baier and produced by Iris Frisch. Its initial release was in Germany on June 30, 2013. It can now be found on several YouTube channels like KIS KIS - Keep It Short, The8Bittheater, and Filmakademie Baden-Württemberg GmbH. 
We follow the married life of two wedding cake figurines. At the reception, the groom spills wine on his new wife's dress, but she brushes it off quickly. The stain remains and she continuously tries to remove it and fails. 
The marriage starts out great. They move into a "place"--which is really just the cake's top. The start to renovate and we get to see them communicating and making decisions together. It's really cute in all honesty. The first hitch is when the groom builds a crib. It's a really nice and fancy crib, but the bride isn't amused. She makes it clear that she has no intention of getting pregnant. (Which, if you ask me, that's should be something the guy shoulda known before the wedding but whatever I guess.) The guy's upset, to which his wife brings in a puppy. It cheers him up and their back to their cutesy, coupley selves.
The next scene is a hitch in itself, the whole scene is a tense disagreement between the two. We first see the wife enjoying some romance and very clearly cooing over the male lead's body. Weird, your husband's right there. But he doesn't seem to mind much. He instead begs her if he can pick something to watch, to which she relents. The groom goes and switches it to a soccer game. And, for the commercial break, a woman he's very audibly looking at. With his wife right there, not caring. I guess this is a mutual thing.
The bride then gets the idea of a vacation. Her husband then says they have no money. He suggests a camping trip. She fears getting mulled by a bear. The groom shrugs it off and goes back to his game, leaving his wife to boil in her seat and scrub at her wine stain. He sees her anger and pulls her into this cuddle-over-the-dog sort of thing, but neither really react to it. They're just there, blankly staring while their heads touch.
Next scene: it looks like the bride is juggling a pile of places and a cup while the dog is barking at her, begging for a walk. She calls her husband in to help her, but due to his soccer game, he can't hear her. Angrily, she storms in and screams at him. He hears nothing. She goes to the table where the T.V. is sitting, and lifts it, crashing the T.V. Now, the groom notices and is furious. He then goes and murders their dog, and makes a smaller T.V. I guess, in their world, it's fine. Considering everything is just icing and the wife didn't really react past "there's goop on my face!"
What isn't fine, is the bride's feelings. She goes into the other room to sulk and cry and is later met by her husband. She's busy scrubbing off the same stain again, probably in hopes it would help her feel better. The groom then takes some icing and plops it on the stain, covering it up. The bride's happy. When the goop of icing starts falling, he reaches to spread it all over her chest. She's still happy. Then, with a ball of icing in his hand, the groom gets the genius idea of faking bigger breasts on his wife. Obviously, she's hurt and retaliates. She then starts picking icing out of his stomach to add to his arms. The whole ordeal heats up and they end up ripping each other apart.
We then see the real couple, opening up their destroyed cake. They shrug and return to their ceremony. Lo and behold, the groom spills his drink on the bride's dress. She's mad for a moment but then brushes it off--nearly replicating the beginning scene with the figurines.
In the credits, we see many similarities between the figurines' and the people's marriages. Like how both brides don't want kids and never manage to get the wine stain off. Or how both grooms obviously prefer bigger breasts and are obsessed with soccer. So like, this is nice and all. But does this mean they'll get a dog? What'll happen to it?

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