Mother of the Bride

It's an hour-and-a-half that feels like a decade, so you're left desperately searching for something to end the misery.

Netflix’s newest rom-com is middling and mindless.

The film's match-making subtlety, let's say, is some way short of Jane Austen level.

As if fueled by an algorithm that’s inserting scenes that borrow from the much funnier flicks it will now sit alongside in Netflix’s many-themed rows of content, Waters’ film fails to muster any memorable set-pieces.

The far-off setting emphasizes the lavish and luxe, though the narrative is cheaply woven and fairly threadbare.

The best screwball gag this movie can muster is a pickleball shot to the groin.

A shallow escapist pic that I couldn't escape from until it ended.

...weary identikit romcom will probably generate the requisite clicks...fairly harmless, fairly inoffensive, remarkably bland fare, for couch potatoes who can’t be bothered watching an actual film, and that seems to be partly what Netflix cater for…

This flimsy, forgettable rom-com is populated by superficially 'pretty people' - bland, underdeveloped stereotypes - and each shallow, awkward scene is more predictable than the one preceding it.

This movie is an embarrassingly silly and cringy watch with no soul or substance.