Starring Heather Graham, David Sutcliffe. Written by Tassie Cameron. Directed by Nisha Ganatra. (PG) 94 min. Opens Dec 2.
What are the odds that a stridently commitment-phobic freelance writer would wind up editing -- wait
for it -- a wedding magazine? Pretty good, if she's living inside this heroically contrived romantic comedy.
Pippa McGee (Heather Graham) is a globe-trotting excitement
junkie, but during a trip home to Toronto, she finds her publishing
magnate father (Bruce Gray) sprawled out in the living room after a
heart attack. He's OK -- phew! -- but Pippa wants to help out, and
volunteers to run bridal tome Wedding Bells in his absence.
It's
time for those of you playing at home to pull out your modern rom-com
checklist. Pippa's wacky female friends (check) think it's gonna work
out, and her go-girl gay assistant (check) is on board, but her tenure
is soon fraught with predictable peril: her ideas are too "highbrow"
and nobody "gets" her (check and check). It's all very sad, until Pippa
falls for straight-arrow company man Ian (David Sutcliffe) and realizes
that true love may not be a hopeless illusion (check and mate).
Movies
this formulaic and transparent don't come out of nowhere. They're
byproducts of the very same predatory corporate forces that our heroine
derides for bamboozling female consumers with glossy mixed messages.
Seems there is an audience for
Cake: let them eat it.