Film

This trite and pluperfectly unfunny comedy contains a single gratifying moment: It’s a scene in which the harried bridegroom-to-be, played by The Office’s Krasinski, slams his fist into the smug, jabbering mug of the nutty nondenominational clergyman played by Williams. Within the context of the script, the punch is justified by the fact that Williams has been driving Krasinski kee-razy with a kookily invasive, zanily life-endangering marriage preparation course that Krasinski and his fiancée Moore must pass before Williams will preside at their marriage ceremony. But of course the real reason the scene works so well is that it delivers a tiny down payment on the comprehensive beat-down, water-boarding and bastinado that Williams has had coming to him since…um, since House of D? Patch Adams? Mork & Mindy? Conception?

Whatever. If you’ve seen two crap movies in your life, you don’t need to be told that the young couple will break up under the strain of Williams’s antic ministrations, but that their temporary estrangement is all according to plan and that their love will be that much stronger when they reunite. Neither do you need to be warned that Williams does manic evangelical shtick in a cornpone Southern accent and manic faith-healing shtick involving dialogue from The Exorcist. It wasn’t even funny the first time around.