Marry Me

By Joanna Langfield

Improbable, goofy and plucked from the playbook, there’s still something irresistible about this high gloss rom-com. And, for all the cutesy stuff begging for your approval, what really makes this one work is its undeniable star, Jennifer Lopez.

Begin as Kat and Bastian, the two hottest music stars on Earth, are about to hold their wedding of all weddings live, streaming across every platform they could cast on, just as the Big Moment is about to take place, Page Six has a post of their own, showing Bastian cheating on Kat with, of all people, her personal assistant. Wedding’s off. Or is it? There’s this cute guy, a single dad, escorting his 12 year old daughter and their plucky gay friend to the concert. He’s holding a sign that says the title of the superstar couples’ super hit, Marry Me. So, hey, what’s a girl to do?

Groans could conceivably ensue. And you wouldn’t be wrong. But, just as movie star Julia Roberts helplessly pled to bookseller Hugh Grant in the hit Notting Hill, “I’m just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her”, Lopez figures out she doesn’t need bad boys (even if he’s played by a pretty persuasive Maluma) and falls for nice guy Owen Wilson. If you feel I should have slapped a “spoiler alert” warning on the previous sentence, you should skip this more obvious than obvious movie. But, if you want something light and sweet, that looks swell, sounds even better, and serves up a charmingly gorgeous Lopez, a dandy Sarah Silverman, an adorable Chloe Coleman and some just slightly under the surface social reminders, you’ll want to say yes to Marry Me.