I had such high hopes for Damian Harris’ ‘The Wilde Wedding.’ I mean, just look at that cast: Glenn Close, John Malkovich, Patrick Stewart, Minnie Driver! I knew it may one of those ‘lighter’ films but, really, I did not think it was going to be bad, like stinky bad.
The main matriarch Eve Wilde (Close) is getting married, and of course her whole extended family is coming, from all her marriages and all the accouterments that come with all her tangled relationships. And they do all come, each manufactured personality after another, presents, exes, futures. And they all get their own entanglements. But it’s all so confusing you cannot tell one relationship from another, and you stop caring not just about one or some of these characters but, really, all of them. By the time there’s some kind of big conflict towards the end, you roll your eyes, and when that conflict is given a ‘surprise’ twist, you continue to roll your eyes even as you have not unrolled them from your previous rolling. All I can think of is all the wasted talent in the space they are occupying. This was a total waste of my time.