IF any more proof were needed that the golden age of Robin Williams is well and truly behind us, take a walk up the aisle with this mean-spirited comedy.
Donning a dog collar as the holy man from hell, Williams gallops through his usual repertoire of imitations, accents, non-sequiturs and wild gesticulations to wring the life out of the second-rate script. Sadie (Mandy Moore) and Ben (John Krasinski) meet in a coffee shop, fall madly in love and decide to tie the knot within weeks.
Ben suggests a wedding in the Caribbean, but Sadie confides her lifelong dream to be married in the family church, St Augustine’s, under the care of Rev Frank (Robin Williams), who claims that, “Good marriages are my business”.
To that end, Frank insists Ben and Sadie take part in his marriage preparation course, with chaotic results, which gradually expose the differences between the lovebirds and threaten to tear the relationship apart.
Verdict: Marriage is an institution and after 91 minutes of Licence To Wed, I was more than ready to be institutionalised.
