A few months ago, there was no movie I wanted to see more than License to Wed, starring Mandy Moore, Robin Williams and Future Husband John Krasinski. Not like I was especially psyched to get out to see a formulaic romantic comedy or any Robin Williams movie, for that matter, but I figured there be some good, quality ga-ga time between me and the Mister.  And while there was a fair amount of ga-ga, believe me, this movie had more than enough gag-gag to last a lifetime, or at least until I can cleanse my cinematic palette.

Meet Ben. Meet Sadie. Watch Ben and Sadie embark on a typical, yet very sweet, movie romance. They’re young, hip and getting close to tying the knot. I should have known how incredibly doomed we were when Ben proposes to Sadie at her parents’ 30th wedding anniversary party after Sadie’s father gives a toast in which he thanks everyone individually for coming to the party except for Ben. Naturally, Ben decides this is the best time to propose to Sadie. Does this sound like a good idea to you? Not painfully awkward at all? Well, congratulations, Hollywood is apparently hiring. The awkward and painfully uncomfortable feeling of this scene stays with you throughout the entire movie, and we haven’t even met Reverend Frank yet.

That being said…

Meet Reverend Frank, who isn’t so much a Reverend as he is just Robin Williams, so I’m just going to refer to him as that. I mean, really, who are we kidding here?

Williams “plays” the inappropriate/unfunny/disgusting/Robin Williamsy Reverend of the church that Sadie’s family has attended and has a deep history with for many years. And while Ben might have been anxious to skip off to the Caribbean to get married right away, Sadie was insistent that she gets married in her family’s church, which means meeting with Robin Williams. Within a few moments of Ben and Sadie’s first meeting with Robin, they learn of the Marriage Preparation Course that they have to take, and pass, before he officiates the ceremony which is conveniently in three weeks. As one could imagine, the course is trying and to use a total cliche (and like you didn’t see this one coming), reveals the true colors of all parties involved. I’m not going to tell you how it ends, because you already know that part, but I will tell you that one of the final scenes of this movie is one of the most awful scenes ever put on film, on all counts. Cinematography, script, direction, acting, extras, catering. Literally, all counts.  Just awful.

I found License to Wed painfully boring, predictable, flat and most of all, uncomfortably immature. While it was nice to see cameos from three of John’s Office co-stars (Brian Baumgartner, Angela Kinsey and Mindy Kaling), it hurt me to see Christine Taylor so in need of a cheeseburger and a job.  But as expected, Mandy Moore is an absolute doll and Robin Williams continues to frustrate and irritate me to the Nth degree. All in all, I think I’d rather take a 3 dollar nap and dream about the Graham-Krasinski wedding than watch this movie again, especially since my dream does not come with Robin Williams narration.

Sweetpea, I know it’s not your fault, but I just didn’t like this one. It’s okay though. I still love you more than yesterday and loving you means loving you at your best and not-so-best. Which I do. Let’s just go to sleep and forget this ever happened and count down the days til Leatherheads.