This time Owen Wilson is an unwitting Wedding Crasher as mild mannered, divorced math teacher, Charlie, who’s main ambition is to be a cool dad in Marry Me…a just in time for Valentines Day chick flick that men can earn serious brownie points with if they make this movie part of a date night.
Art is almost imitating life as Jennifer Lopez plays Kat, a three times married music superstar who is set to tie the knot once again with equally famous sexy singer, Bastian, before an arena full of adoring fans and a global audience of millions on social media.
But just as the ceremony is about to start, Kat learns her betrothed has cheated on her with her assistant. So after an onstage mini meltdown, Kat plucks Charlie from the audience, to the thrill of his daughter, and marries him instead….to save face.
But, guess what?
They fall in love. It’s like 90 Day Fiancé. Marry Me is predictably pleasant. This film has all the ingredients an audience wants in a rom com…pretty people, pathos, pets, precocious progeny and pop music.
And for extra added value for Universal, Marry Me is also a feature length public relations stunt for NBC. As JLo, basically playing herself, sings, dances and wears her heart on sleeve, Jimmy Fallon and Hoda Kota broadcast her every move like it’s breaking news.
My husband, Ricky, gives Marry Me two wandering eyes open. Don’t be afraid to take the plunge, but don’t have high expectations of wanting to renew these vows. See it in theaters and on Peacock.