This week I finally got round to watching The Wedding Date an enjoyable if slight romantic comedy.
The plot, for anyone not familiar with it, has reluctant singleton Debra Messing attending her step-sisters wedding with a male escort, Dermot Mulroney, [who combines perfect eye-candy looks with gentlemanly charms and a comprehensive fee per service policy.
The Messing character needs to have Mulroney in tow because her ex, who inexplicably dumped her, is the best man.
The action is simple and predictable: girl meets boy, girl and boy connect at some profound yet unclear level, they fall into bed together, argue, break up and then end up back together, all smiles and tears while we the audience buy into the idea of them toddling off into the sunset of Happily Ever After.
This is indeed the stuff of rom com and romance, according to The Oxford English Reference dictionary, is about an atmosphere or tendency complecharacterized by a sense of remoteness from or idealization of everyday life. Quite. Except that we dont entirely suspend disbelief even when we are watching romantic comedies.
At some point, every one of us has longed for that fuzzy...