RUBBISH. Putrid, nauseating, RUBBISH.

Rating: Null/10 (6 August 2004)

I had a feeling, 5 minutes into the movie, that I was in deep trouble. Okay -- so the couple being married just so happened to have about 30 friends, all musicians, and hiding in the chapel waiting for their exit. A few singers was okay, but by the time we hit the row of trumpets I could smell the funk. And it only grew stronger. I kept thinking I was wrong, that it wasn't as bad as I assumed, and that I just needed to give it a chance. Right.
Well, at the moment Hugh Grant cranked up the Pointer Sisters and shimmied around the room, the movie had completely jumped the shark. For the next hour I kept reminding myself I had paid money for this vile, putrid, nauseating rubbish, and that -- who knows -- it MIGHT get better. Oh, I so hoped that would be true. But the movie never got better, and only grew more unbelievable, ridiculous, adolescent, and just downright CORNY to root for.
It's such a shame, for there are quite a few talented actors in this, but the director never allows the audience to connect with any of them. It shoots from one pathetic, sad, phony moment to the next. Not at all recommended, even if you're bored beyond belief.