The day after I got to see Kenneth Lonergan’s barely released Margaret (thanks to an internet-based campaign to rescreen the movie for critics before awards season), I happened to catch up with Bridesmaids, which I kept missing when it played in theaters over the summer (and in spite of J.R. Jones’s persuasive rave review in the Reader). I was surprised by how much the films had in common: they’re both male-directed movies about the emotional crises of female characters, frank but not exploitative in their depictions of female sexuality, and uncommonly accepting of how messy adult life can be. They also contain the strangest editing of any American movies I saw in 2011.