The Wedding Tackle

no wonder the British film industry is in such dire straights! The script has as much wit as the graffiti in the toilet of my local pub, the director could take lessons from a traffic warden, the actors flounder like fishes out of water, and the technical credits look like the crew never stopped their partying from the night before quite long enough to even consider caring about this stinking, rotten mess.

The story is dumb, the dialogue is wooden, the performances are perfunctory, and the attempts by the director to spice the tale up with frissons of kinky sex are unfortunately the only thing we're igven to laugh at - and this is unintentional! If this is the best the filmmakers can do, let's hope they all kept their day jobs - cos they ain't getting' no more money for movies from no-one!

When I saw this film, in the cinema, there was only one other person in the audience. It's not surprising.

Although I like Neil Stukes and don't mind James Purefoy, they were both completely pointless in this film.

The plot was nearly there, but the business with the names in the diary was confused and confusing. Just when you start to think you may know what's going on the issue is clouded once again.

The film ends where it should be beginning - the titles start just as each of the amoral characters is about to get a nasty surprise. The aftermath would be interesting. It would be a film worth watching.

As it is it feels like you've just listened for 90 minutes to someone telling a shaggy dog story and then forgetting the punchline.

I actually worked on this film. I was one of the first to read the script and thought it had great potential. ... But defeat was snatched from the jaws of victory when, for some reason, the producer who'd written the script and had funded the film, decided to get a friend to direct it. This director had only worked in theatre before and worse still, had no idea how to direct and pace comedy. This quickly permeated though to the crew, and worse, the cast. They just switched off and went through the motions. It was awfull to be there and see it. Every one working on this, apart from the producer and director, knew it was going to flop.

This has been called one of the worst British comedies ever but the key to getting something out of it is to not think of it as a comedy at all. That way the one or two smiles in the movie come as a pleasant surprise.

The cast is excellent and the dialogue is OK but that isn't nearly enough to compensate for the inconsistent characters and poor plotting.

There is a line in the movie which says "you can't just change your mind just like that". It is said by a character who has a major change of mind for no possible reason, either explicit or implied. That is typical of the characterisation.

There is a plot device - the diary - which sets lots of things in motion. This isn't particularly convincingly set up but I went along with it. However, who was supposed to have written it and why? That is typical of the plotting.

I don't feel as ripped-off as I have done by other films but British films have simply got to stop rushing into production when the script isn't ready.

I can only agree with the previous reviewer - a complete and utter waste of time and money. This film has the misfortune to be one of the worst I have ever seen - I only stayed 20 minutes, and that was around 19 minutes too long. The advert for the local curry house was like Gone with the Wind compared to this. Poor script, rubbish editing, some terrible acting and the use of some bizarre plot contrivances... what were the makers thinking of off? A 3 year could have done better than this.

Still, my curry was good