Transport yourself to the near mythical time of 1985, a time and place where the men wanted to be Don Johnson and the women dressed like Madonna. A time and place where wanna be rock star Robbie Hart (Adam Sandler) is a Wedding Singer – the best in the business. Robbie meets Julia Sullivan (Drew Barrymore) a waitress on the wedding catering staff and the plot thickens when Robbie’s own wedding is ruined. There are some amusing scenes as Robbie sets out to destroy other people’s weddings by singing classic matrimonial material such as Love Stinks.
Robbie is pulled out of his own personal love quandary when he begins helping Julia with the plans for her wedding. He manages to do this armed with the experience of marital procedures and the usual hidden agenda of all romantic comedies. The plot is predictable, but fun, and whilst the acting is solid, the real star of the film is the attention to detail in terms of the clothing, hair and music which typify 1985. There are great cameos by Jon Lovitz and Steve Buscemi, a pisstake of Boy George and an awesome soundtrack. If you still need convincing as to why you should view this simple straight forward comedy it might be worth considering the important fact that three vital 80s icons are represented here for what is most likely to be the last time together on screen:
1 – The Van Halen T-shirt
2 – ‘Flock of Seagulls’ haircut
3 – Billy Idol.
Well, that’s what I said at the time. That was one of my first movie reviews – written for a student rag.
And though it’s often a bit painful reading back your thoughts from what was – ultimately – another life, I’m always happy to be reminded of this movie, The Wedding Singer. There’s something magical about it to me. Probably because it brings back memories of ransacking my aunty’s tape collection, of thumbing through all of the vinyl at home – that music still speaks to me so powerfully. You call it cheesy – hey, fuck you, and fair enough! You’re right. But also, you’re wrong.
The Wedding Singer is many things – the only Drew Barrymore film you ever need to see, post her child-star efforts. The last decent thing – and one of the only decent things – Adam Sandler ever did. The best use of Ben Stiller’s wife in a movie. It’s also a sincere love letter. It’s probably supposed to be a guilty pleasure.
But my DVD copy still gets an annual outing – sometimes more. It’s been a hangover-friend, a boredom reliever, a light refreshment.
But it’s been more than that. It’s been a movie I’ll stand up and say I like.
And it’s been a photo album back to the past – a photo album full of shots I never took, full of scenes that shouldn’t mean a thing to me. But they do. It’s no one I know. It’s not about anything relevant to my life. But it’s strange how this movie works for me. It conjures something close to nostalgia in the truest sense of the word – a deep pang, a feeling of loss almost, a pining for a time…
Those big stupid moustaches, everything louder than everything else, the TV sitcoms, the hair, the music – oh man, it’s all about that music – take me there…
Of course this film takes me as close as I’d actually want to ever go.
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