White Wedding

The warm and charming White Wedding is like "The Hangover" off steroids. It's another get-me-to-the-church-on-time obstacle course but filled with smart social commentary, romantic wisdom, credible complications and memorable characters.

A highly engaging picture with a post-apartheid edge (certain scenes play like a farcical "Invictus").

The movie, from South Africa, is charming and its characters' feelings sincere enough. It's just so cluttered.

A road-trip comedy that somehow renders both promiscuity and racism harmless. While we're soaking up the sunny surroundings, we're getting nowhere.

Some scenes are mild fun, but the mishaps that befall our hero aren't especially inventive, and although the South African setting provides a bit of interest, it's never really used incisively.

Jann Turner's shiny, happy crowd-pleaser gleans a tiny shred of substance and social relevance from its exploration of racial and class politics in a post-apartheid South Africa that's still very much split across race lines.

Everything that could go wrong does, but director Turner never musters the requisite manic energy that might get her proceedings off the ground.