When I say the words “wedding crasher,” the movie that probably comes to mind is… well, the 2005 comedy Wedding Crashers, starring Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn as a pair of manbabies who crash weddings. I haven’t seen it. But I assume. Does at least one of them land a woman that's wildly out of their league? That seems right.
What I have seen, however, is the movie with cinema’s definitive wedding-crashing scene: Lewis Teague’s 1980 schlock horror classic Alligator.
What’s Alligator about? I’ll tell you what it’s about. It’s about a big-ass alligator, that’s what.
In true Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fashion, this particular alligator is accidentally dosed with a chemical that causes it to grow to a larger-than-normal size. Unlike the turts, however, this alligator develops a taste, not for pizza, but for human flesh. And, instead of crashing Vanilla Ice concerts, it crashes weddings. Well, one wedding. But you don’t need more than one when you make this much of an impression.
So many of us, having been raised on fairy tales, think that the only proper response to not being invited to someone's major life event is to cast a curse that takes 16 years to come into effect. I myself have done just that a time or two. But Alligator presents an intriguing alternate possibility: showing up and eating everyone.
Allie saw that mullet-wearing flute player and knew the only response was death.