The saddest thing about “The Wedding Planner” is the wedding planner herself. Whatever happened to Jennifer Lopez? OK, so she now wears Chanel and goes to the Oscars but her spark has gone. She has been scrubbed so clean by the Hollywood machine that her ability to smell a stinker a mile away has been cauterised.A romantic comedy should be a romantic comedy – not a bad collection of pointless scenes that are neither funny nor endearing. I am the target audience for a film like this but it almost made me want to remain single forever – just why exactly should I have believe in “true love” or have any empathy for the annoying Mary (Lopez – The Cell, Out of Sight) or the verging-on-unfaithful Steve (McConaughey – A Time to Kill, Contact)?
These characters have none of the charm or the spirit so aptly constructed by classic writers Ruth Gordon and Garson Kanin or directors Howard Hawks and George Cukor. Unknown director, Adam Shankman has great experience as a choreographer, but seems unable to do anything with such a badly contrived script (by Pamela Falk and Michael Ellis).
Despite some elements that Cary Grant could easily turn into gold, this film just can’t pull it together. Lopez chokes on carefully coiffed gloss as the earnest heroine, McConaughey drowns in obvious boredom as the (no doubt unintentionally sleazy) love interest, and the script screams for a good editor.The only point of interest is Bridgette Wilson-Sampras (yes, wife of Pete), as Fran the bride-to-be, the only one at all comfortable with her part in this disappointing and predictable tale. As a vehicle designed to put Lopez into the same script pool as Sandra, Julia and Meg, I can only urge you to not only wait to see this on video, but to wait until it is a midday movie. Dare I say it, but perhaps even Sandra has a chance of Oscar if this is her competition...--Natasha Wood