I rented this on video out of curiosity - had no idea it actually played in theaters (not here in NYC, though).
The story concerns a gay soap actor (played by Chris Bruno) who is about to marry an innocent, unsuspecting young woman to help his hunk image, much to the chagrin of his longtime boyfriend, who is forced to play "best man" at the wedding.
Enter the bride's best friend/maid of honor, her klutzy date (the insufferable Sean Ruennette) who is soon mistaken to be the lover of the actor's boyfriend (don't ask), the bride's mother (Valerie Perrine, looking all at sea and who can blame her), and a pesky reporter (Deborah Gibson, the one bright light in this mess) with some compromising photos of the actor and his guy...and you've got a headache. How much contrivance can a movie handle?
And we're seriously stretching credibility here - a lot. This kind of "gay deceiver" plot might still work, but the script is so witless that the story seems silly & dated. The bride-to-be seems incredibly naive for the 90's. The film actually spends the most time on the budding romance between the klutzy guy and the reporter, so the central "farce" plot sort of gets the back seat.
The final denouement hinges on those photos and a mailbox found (are you ready?) on a path next to the woods. Enough said.
The story concerns a gay soap actor (played by Chris Bruno) who is about to marry an innocent, unsuspecting young woman to help his hunk image, much to the chagrin of his longtime boyfriend, who is forced to play "best man" at the wedding.
Enter the bride's best friend/maid of honor, her klutzy date (the insufferable Sean Ruennette) who is soon mistaken to be the lover of the actor's boyfriend (don't ask), the bride's mother (Valerie Perrine, looking all at sea and who can blame her), and a pesky reporter (Deborah Gibson, the one bright light in this mess) with some compromising photos of the actor and his guy...and you've got a headache. How much contrivance can a movie handle?
And we're seriously stretching credibility here - a lot. This kind of "gay deceiver" plot might still work, but the script is so witless that the story seems silly & dated. The bride-to-be seems incredibly naive for the 90's. The film actually spends the most time on the budding romance between the klutzy guy and the reporter, so the central "farce" plot sort of gets the back seat.
The final denouement hinges on those photos and a mailbox found (are you ready?) on a path next to the woods. Enough said.