A wedding that is coerced or pressured to take place, generally because the woman is pregnant, is referred to as a “shotgun wedding.”
Shotgun wedding movie would probably be a romantic comedy or drama about a couple who are getting married because the bride is pregnant. The plot would probably centre on the various comedic or dramatic challenges the couple encounters as they deal with the bride’s unexpected pregnancy and the approaching wedding.
Another romantic comedy star has ventured to operate on the genre this week, further exposing the wounds left behind by Ticket to Paradise. The aggressively unambitious Shotgun Wedding, directed by Jason Moore and starring Jennifer Lopez, wants nothing more than to take you back to the halcyon five years when films starring Gerard Butler and Katherine Heigl would casually gross more money at the box office than RRR and then swiftly vanish from not only your memory but history itself.
Shotgun Wedding is also likely to fade from public memory within a week of its release, but unlike the forgettable Ticket to Paradise, which was dull and failed to take off despite the charismatic pairing of Julia Roberts and George Clooney, it at least offers some enjoyable diversion for an hour and a half. What else is a romantic comedy about a vacation wedding meant to accomplish?
Darcy and Tom are portrayed by Lopez and Josh Duhamel. They are an older-than-average couple (for a movie like this), and their chemistry is palpable right away. The impact is similar to seeing a Spider-Man movie without seeing how Peter Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider, which is a nice departure from the ordinary. We get a feeling of who these individuals are and why, possibly after having been near to it with other people in the past, they decided to get married to each other at this point in their life.
Darcy and Tom are joined at the posh Bali wedding venue by their colourful family members, including her billionaire father Robert (a half-bored Cheech Marin clearly missing his friend Tommy Chong), his snarky mother Carol (Jennifer Coolidge claiming yet another paid vacation in exchange for having cameras film her on it), and her ex-fiance Sean (a bare-chested Lenny Kravitz giving ideas to Ranveer Singh on how to dress for Tuesdays)
The fact that the central relationship is somewhat mature is merely one of the movie’s two strengths. At the conclusion of the first act, when pirates are introduced, Shotgun Wedding flashes the other. Yes, you read that correctly; what a Triangle of Sadness. Shotgun Wedding, in contrast, couldn’t be less interested with addressing concerns behind its beautiful exterior. When given the choice between going to the gym for a few more hours or brushing up on general knowledge, it picks the latter, much like a pageant queen. Not because it’s simpler, but because it recognises that it’s taking part in a popularity contest rather than Kaun Banega Crorepati.
Shotgun Wedding throws Darcy and Tom into a fresh problem every few minutes throughout the duration of its fortunately forgiving run time, maintaining a level of intrigue solely on the basis of hijinks, which is an art unto itself. And if it notices that you are losing interest, it calls Coolidge out of whatever trance she is in to give a few zingers.
There is something that to be said about the influence of unadulterated cinematic fame, particularly in a time when the idea itself is in jeopardy. Duhamel was always going to be eclipsed by Lopez’s megawatt presence despite his charisma, which is substantial. She sets the scene’s pace, and in her role as Darcy, she is given a few excellent opportunities to show off both her physical prowess and her humorous skills.