Unholy matrimony: "License to Wed"

Sure, that may be the easy pun, but this movie doesn't warrant my creative juices. It sucked that much. So why even watch it? Well, we discovered the Redbox.

If you don't know, Redbox is a company that has standalone machines in various businesses -- your neighborhood grocery store, for example -- that dispense a limited selection of movies, each for $1 a night. Just pick your movie(s), swipe your credit card and out pops your selection.

Pretty neat, and pretty cheap. Despite our family being a Netflix subscriber, My Eternal Light sometimes doesn't like what we have or doesn't want to wait for the next DVD. Whenever she mentions going to the video store, I grit my teeth. Who wants to pay $4+ for a movie on top of Netflix? But $1? Yeah, I can handle that. Also makes it easier to rent something you know will be crap, thanks to your wife wanting something dumb and easy to digest.

Which brings us to "License to Wed."

Jim from "The Office" and Mandy Moore decide to get married, but there's just one problem. No, not her parents. Do you see Ben Stiller anywhere? No, it's her childhood pastor, the oh-so-irreverent Robin Williams.

See, he requires each couple to go through a special class before he'll marry them. As you might guess, this class is fraught with peril. Not helping matters is the preacher's ruthless little henchman, a teen minister-in-training. Oh, and did I mention the wedding is only a few weeks away? That's because Mandy really, really, really wants to be married at her church, and the next open date after that one is two years away. Why wait?

Even for this ilk, the whole thing is pretty weak. John Krasinski is a one-note schmoe who does nothing to suggest any range beyond his "Office" character. (And I like the guy!) Moore is cute as always but unconvincing as a real person. First she thinks nothing of doing everything her pastor says, then she has zero understanding when things fall apart. (Oops, spoiler alert. I'm sure you thought that pre-marriage course went just fine.)

As for Williams, he mails it in, comfortable in his typical goofy role, just dialed down. You know what, Robin? Dialed down doesn't work for you. Not your thing. Sorry.

All in all, "Wed" just gets dumber as it goes along, and it wasn't "Syriana" to start. It made me long for similar movies -- not only decent fare like "Meet the Parents" but middling stuff like "The Break-Up." By the time Wanda Sykes showed up, I essentially threw up my hands, thinking that $1 -- $1.07 with tax -- may have been too high a price after all.