The plot's old, the title's borrowed and the jokes are blue - but there's nothing remotely new in this wearying bromantic comedy.
Screenwriters Jeremy Garelick and Jay Lavender don't even try to make the premise seem plausible; rather, they use it as a springboard for screwball complications and verbal humor.
What saves the film are its two leads, who aren't afraid to show their sensitive sides -- along with other parts of themselves.
The Wedding Ringer feels spat out for people who love Katherine Heigl movies but wish that Eddie Murphy were in her role instead.
A mostly disposable, occasionally quite funny bromance distinguished at times by its earnestness.
Hart rants, Gad fidgets, and together this pair barrels through the plot, shaping between them a surprisingly potent friendship.
If you're at the multiplex in the middle of the afternoon, and "The Wedding Ringer" is the only movie playing at a time that's convenient, you won't be completely miserable. This is not exactly a ringing endorsement, I realize.
This isn't something anyone really needs to buy. It's OK, it'll do but - like Hart's character - it's strictly a rental.
Love hurts, but Jeremy Garelick's The Wedding Ringer is truly painful.