License to Wed: Critic Reviews

The creepy-faced robot twin babies are funny (for a while); the rest of the film is not. It's like Meet the Parents with Dr. Phil as the officiant from hell.

It is only the latest attempt by a Hollywood studio to pander to prurience and piety in a single gesture, and to avoid giving offense by treating all possible factions of the public equally, which is to say like idiots.

Josef Goebbels had a home movie made of the failed 1944 Hitler assassins being hanged from meathooks with piano wire. It probably had more laughs, more fun, more feelgood moments than this family comedy.

The movie is plodding, predictable, formulaic and, worst of all, not funny.

It's highly amusing and its cast is extremely persuasive, playing the kind of roles that kill most careers: genuinely nice people.

This is the sort of lobotomized, condescendingly lazy movie that leaves you resentful of Hollywood.

Will Robin Williams ever divorce himself from the unholy union of silliness and sentimentality?

The inert License to Wed shambles along one lame scene after another.

Krasinski affirms that he can carry more than a desk job on The Office, and Moore plays straight gal in a film that improves, at least, on her last role in the ugh-inducing Because I Said So. License to Wed doesn't fail her this time.

You'd never know from License to Wed that Krasinski is a big asset to The Office. Here, playing an unappealing male lead, he merely smugs his way through the assignment.

...even if I could have put up with the unpleasantness of this as comedy, I still would have balked at the eventual portrayal of this monster [Williams] as an angel in disguise.

The story ends with a sentimental clunk. To say the picture isn't funny is putting it mildly. It isn't tolerable.

It's supposedly a romantic comedy, so imagine a couple of hilarious physical jokes -- you know, a guy takes a baseball to the face, ha-ha -- and channel in a few moments of Robin Williams doing his improv shtick around some key words.

It's exactly what it looks like from the commercials -- a one-joke movie, and that one joke isn't even funny to begin with.

Unleashing Robin Williams in the least flattering possible manner, License to Wed squanders the modest chemistry between its appealing central couple uniting its elements in an astonishingly flat romantic comedy.

I hereby pronounce you a flop.

Somewhere along the way, somebody should have pulled this License, at least until the writers found funnier stuff for everybody to do.

This assaultively unappealing 'romantic comedy' could well mark the opening salvo in a whole new Hollywood campaign against movie piracy. Anybody who'd steal this dud would stink just from carrying it around.

Forget about Saw, Hostel and all the other films in the new, notorious torture-porn genre. If you're looking for a really sick movie, check out License to Wed.

Despite its fuzzy, getting-to-know-you message, the movie itself offers zero motivation for any of its protagonists.

No matter how hard I try, I'm finding it difficult to write anything positive about License to Wed. This movie is bad from top to bottom, front to back, and start to finish.

Comedies don't get much lamer than License to Wed. Working from a flawed premise with characters lacking credibility and plot turns more moronic than funny, the movie flatlines in about five minutes.

The movie is a pastiche of tortured slapstick, groan-inducing dialogue and a lethal dose of treacle, apparently awaiting one of Williams' trademark sprees of riffing and vamping to save the day. That moment never comes.

It's a bit short of laughs, but there are a few cute ideas in this formulaic, predictable romantic comedy.

Sadly, License to Wed lived up to my expectations 100%. That is to say, it was unfunny and uninspired.