Wedding Daze

There are no laughs, and near no entertainment in Michael Ian Black's feeble comedy - Wedding Daze. It is a movie for those who don't care what fills their Friday nights. The movie is so rotten, so lazy and so ineffective - it can only lower the IQ, or raise the critical barrier for anyone who sees it.

Jason Biggs, recycles the idiot Jewish loser schtick from his American Pie days, helplessly turning cliche into fine art. He plays Anderson, a man who shocks his girlfriend to death before the credits have finished. By this time, the movie has already played all the surprise hands it has. Hope you've got a comfy seat - or the will to leave - before you suffer the self-consciously derivative diahorrea that passes for a script. I am racking my brains and notes to come up with a single decent gag. There isn't one.

The plot concerns Anderson and Katie (the luminescent Isla Fisher) - two complete strangers deciding there and then to get hitched, and a runthrough of all their weirdo friends, middle-aged nympho parents and a set of wannabe circus goths who wouldn't look out of place in The IT Crowd's server room. The problem with all this is, not a single one of them is funny, or is given any material with which to work. It is the epitome of junk cinema - witless, artless trash, with nary a single character laugh. Joe Pantoliano as Katie's jailbird dad tries hard to mask his contempt.

You're wondering why it even got one star? Answer: Isla Fisher in black lingerie in full on seduction mode 30 minutes in. One minute of the single sexiest redhead "girl-next-door" in Hollywood; it is all the proof I'll ever want for her to become a big star.

For the rest, chow on sleeping pills.