When he wakes up the morning after his bachelor party in bed with a strange woman, a man presumes he must have cheated on his fiancée. Guilt leads him to try to cover it up in the week before the wedding, high jinks ensue. Written by
A much as I like Jason Lee,this is a brain-dead, incredibly derivative date movie that has been done dozens of times before. I really wonder who goes to see these things. Lee plays his usual hapless schmo who wakes up to find a naked blonde (Stiles) in his bed on the morning after his bachelor party. His fiancée (Blair) is on the way over to his apartment at that very moment, f course. I suspect you do not need to have me say anything more about the plot. The moment we see Stiles and Blair, we know where this is going. The lowest of low points in this bogus comedy is when Lee tries to explain away Stiles' panties, which Blair finds in his toilet tank. As he haltingly tells her that he bought them for her, she buys his explanation, and at that point, I wanted to crawl under my couch and die. The wedding finale is similarly cringe-inducing. Blair, a decent-enough actress, is such a pretty young thing to be wasted in such dreck. But then again, it's a paycheck. This is assembly-line movie-making that Hollywood should have given up making long ago. It's not even up to modern TV sitcom standards. I suspect the script was throw together by a roomful of monkeys taking turns typing on an old typewriter.
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