Richard
Curtis and Hugh Grant seem to be a match made in heaven. So far they’ve
collaborated on three features (Notting
Hill and Love, Actually being the
other, equally enjoyable films that, for some reason or another, aren’t on the
List), and Grant’s lovably foppish dithering perfectly fits into Curtis’ skill
with a subtle put-down or throwaway comment.
Here,
Grant plays Charles, terminally lost amidst a sea of acquaintances tying the
knot, swinging from one wedding to the next seemingly every weekend.
Perpetually late, lost and underprepared, Charles is a creation that, if you
don’t know someone just like him, it’s probably you in your circle of friends.
And it is this circle, just like in Notting
Hill, that makes the film what it is. The supporting characters in any film
have the potential to be more layered and interesting than the audience ciphers
required as the leads. If need be they can even be people you don’t overly like
or agree with, but fortunately here they’re a wonderful bunch, from Kristin
Scott Thomas’ heartbreakingly brittle Fiona, John Hannah’s dependable Matthew,
Simon Callow’s enigmatic, irascible Gareth and of course James Fleet’s
hopelessly wealthy Tom, who trumps Charles for the worst best man come wedding
number 3 (sample speech quote: “When Bernard told me he was getting engaged to
Lydia, I congratulated him because all his other girlfriends were such complete
dogs. Although may I say how delighted we are to have so many of them here
today”).
Often
hilarious and at times genuinely touching, not the least in Matthew’s moving
elegy at the titular funeral, the script is also so much swearier than you
remember (“fuck fuckety-fuck”), and deals with all the problems one might
encounter at a wedding – drunken bride, boorish guests, horrendous dresses, improbable hats and inappropriate songs (I
Will Survive, at a wedding?) as well as the more unusual scenarios, like being sat
at a table full of your former partners, or being trapped in the room the happy
couple are consummating their vows in.
The only
problems occur are the horrendously cliché rain-soaked finale (“Is it still
raining? I hadn’t noticed”) and the casting of Andie MacDowell as Charles’
American dream girl, who is only actually desirable the less he gets to know
her in my opinion.
Choose
film 7/10
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