The Wilde Wedding

This film tells the story of a seasoned actress, who is remarrying a man. Their families and ex spouses all converge for a weekend of wedding events, but things do not turn out as planned.

As with any film work a big cast and many characters, it is hard to develop all the characters and make people care about them. In here it is the same, the first hour basically it's a collage of one minute scenes of things that a character does. Sometimes I don't even know who that character is, so these characters become empty vessels that deliver a certain line or a joke.

Fortunately, the story gets better after it focuses on John Malkovich. I predicted the ending, but it still is a happy, heart warming ending that brings a smile to my face.

Mackenzie Darling is filming her family as her movie star grandma Eve Wilde (Glenn Close) is getting married again. Her new groom is famed writer Harold Alcott (Patrick Stewart). Her first husband and first love Laurence Darling (John Malkovich) is still in the picture. There are cousins, uncles, and Mackenzie's divorced parents, Priscilla Jones (Minnie Driver) and Ethan Darling (Peter Facinelli).

Filmmaker Damian Harris is following the wrong characters. There are too many of them with too many relationships. I had trouble following the kids and some of the uncles. With the great cast up top, this should be concentrating more on the veteran love triangle. They should be the stars of the show. The writing is average at best. It's meandering and rambling. It's quirky without actually being funny. There are all kinds of possibilities that don't get enough nurturing. The biggest sin is wasting these great actors' time.

I was going to start out saying this is a Woody Allen clone film, but then thought well, heck, there's a whole genre of films out there that I would call the upper-middle class family relationship genre. What usually implies Woody Allen is when they're set in New York, as this film is, and the family is Jewish, which was not stated in this film, nor was it not stated.

That said, The Wilde Wedding had much about it that kept me watching: good looking and interesting characters, some of whom are also celebrities in the arts and/or literature; pleasing physical settings in the suburbs and rural areas not far outside NYC; and ultimately, musings on the nature of love and marital relationships, and others, while the families act out some of these relationships.

What I especially liked about it was that even when things got somewhat strained between characters, overall the tone of the film was good-natured. There is some tongue-in-cheek humor, and some wine- and shroom- fueled antics which ultimately contribute to the overall happy mood.

Though it touches on some of the heavy subjects of life, highlighted with quotes by some of the heavies such as Shakespeare and Nietzsche, The Wilde Wedding is an hour and a half's worth of enjoyable film viewing.

The best thing about this movie is a slight scent of nostalgia for Malkovich and Close as young actors. They worked together in the memorable Dangerous Liaisons and they're best remembered in that masterpiece.

However, time passes by so quickly and in this film Close plays Eve, a big, pluri-divorced movie star, while Malkovich is Laurence, her first husband and a slight caricature of himself, as a famous theatre actor with bigger professional reputation, but not Eve's fame or money. They both are good and so is Patrick Stewart, the British would be fifth husband.

Gathering to Eve's house before the wedding, these older characters acknowledge that their life is drawing to a close and they must find a way to deal with the dwindling time they have left.

Unfortunately, philosophical speculation is just a short interlude in a plot filled with too many characters. Coming to the wedding are Eve and Laurence's three grown-up sons, all single or divorced, their children, one ex-wife, plus the groom's two daughters and a truckload of young, half-naked female friends and lesbian lovers.

Most of the plot feels like a nightmare where you forget the name of the people they've just introduced and their relations to each other, while all the characters seem busy having casual sex with each other.

Probably that's the way it goes in the world of rockstars, famous novelist and movie stars, but that doesn't necessarily make a good movie. Shame about the mediocre script that suffocates Malkovich and Close's performances.

It's another Hollywood movie about the blessed crowd. Too talented, too rich, too burdened with too much. A trauma and resolution after too much sex, too much booze, too much of drugs. A masturbatory achievement dream for the rest of us to admire. To bad.