movie review - My Best Friend's Wedding
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 1998.01.22
I'd listened to my roomates and good friend Jonathan on this one, assured all round that it was quite good. Well, they lied. This is the awful kind of drivel you usually get on a plane. The one saving grace was the obligatory gay male best friend character, who was a delight in an otherwise predictable and boring flick.
Not recommended.