Our family wedding



Our family wedding

The Review

Most often in a bad movie, there's one good scene just dying to get out. Clearly, it's the aberration, because there's nothing else to recommend the film, but for a fleeting moment, everything just goes right.

Our Family Wedding can assert such a scene, the clues of that vintage adage about a halted timepiece being right two times a day. Movies about weddings - particularly loving comical presentation about weddings - are usually hard to stomach, and this one is no different: The nearer the twosome gets to the altar, the more out-of-control their attenuating components become.

In this case, it's an interracial wedding comical presentation with America Ferrera (Ugly Betty) and Lance Gross (House of Payne) apprehended in the eye of the storm. Their fathers (Carlos Mencia and Forest Whitaker, respectively) trial to one-up each other every step of the way and catastrophe generally follows.

However, for about 90 seconds, Our Family Wedding is tolerable. As the seating journal for the large-scale day is being put simultaneously, Whitaker images in his brain where his ex-wife might sit (in the route of an oncoming bus), while Mencia endeavors to number out the right table for his hardcore gangster kin, new out of the joint. No, it's not the morning serving of food montage from Citizen Kane, but it's a torment of many better than remainder of what surrounds it.

The genuine frustration isn't that Our Family Wedding is mostly unfunny, mostly unoriginal, and mostly unappealing, it's that the movie not ever endeavors to proceed under the exterior that stands out as its large-scale offense. The comical presentation is most racial in environment, softly prodding the black and Hispanic communities about this or that. While there's absolutely no blame on the filmmakers to present certain thing more incisive, what good ...