Director: Anne Fletcher
Writer: Aline Brosh McKenna
Cinematographer: Peter James
Editor: Priscilla Nedd-Friendly

I confess a fondness for romantic comedies. (That’s right — I’m male and I like rom-coms. Wanna make something of it?) And one of the reasons, I suspect, is their predictability: they are as formal and mannered as Kabuki theater. And there’s something comforting in that. You know the structure, you know where the emotional beats are going to be, and you expect them, you fit into the film like a warm blanket, or a well-worn sofa.

In an above-average rom-com (Notting Hill, Four Weddings and a Funeral, and My Best Friend’s Wedding come immediately to mind), the pleasures sometimes lie in sharp, witty dialog. That is not the case with 27 Dresses. At other times, those pleasures will be in how the script playfully subverts the genre. Although 27 Dresses aspires to this, again — no cigar. About the only thing the film has going for it is Katherine Heigl, so stunning in Knocked Up. Here, her looks have been been dialed down a bit, perhaps to support the utterly ridiculous premise that she is always the bridesmaid but never the bride.

The direction, from Anne Fletcher, is plodding and arrhythmic, and the dialog is only fitfully funny. Ed Burns (the other guy, as usual) does his nice-but-bland shtick, and as the guy she gets, James Marsden is nothing but a good-looking cipher. As a film this is way below par; as a rom-com, slightly below average. Now that it’s out on DVD, and you can rent it for a fraction of what you’d have to pay in the theaters, it might not be a bad investment. Or maybe it’ll do if you’re trapped on a plane for 5 hours like I was.