Weddings make such bitchin' film scenarios because the stakes are believably high: If anything goes wrong, social opprobrium, the loss of your beloved, or both can ensue, right in front of your disdainful parents, the clergy, and probably Vince Vaughn or somebody. Directors have placed every obvious symbol of holy union in terrible cinematic danger in one film or another: wedding rings lost, heads submerged in tiered cakes, grooms hungover, brides' hearts stolen. And the impending moment of matrimony toward which all the characters are vectored is always, always the film's ticking time bomb: the absolute, drop-dead, last possible moment during which a man and a woman can ever fully actualize and become — let's find a different word than "complete" here. How about "aggregated"? —... More >>>