One Paragraph Movie Review: Four Weddings and a Funeral

One hundred and sixtieth film: Four Weddings and a Funeral. Despite containing one of the worst lines about raining in a movie ever, thanks to the ensemble cast, great writing, and a limitless array of quite good hats, this is still a pretty good time. The two main characters are complete assholes, but the weddings make you want to go to a wedding, the funeral makes you cry, and Hugh Grant’s David Cassidy speech makes you forgive the fact that he’s an Englishman wearing shorts. It’s honestly not really about much except a commitment-phobe and a serial cheater finding a way to hook up every time there’s a wedding, but the poshness, authentic human stereotypes and genuine-seeming friendships make everything properly delightful. This movie, to use this movie’s most over-used word, is lovely, and the only one I can think of where the storyline’s climax happens almost entirely in sign language. Four and a half terrible Bo Peep wedding knickerbockers out of five.