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Shields and Bratt’s Epic Fail: ‘Mother of the Bride’ Flops Hard

Missed Connections: Even Shields and Bratt Can’t Save ‘Mother of the Bride’

Remember when romantic comedies were…good? A time when sparkling scripts and genuine chemistry could make the most outlandish plotlines feel fresh and charming. “Mother of the Bride” makes me yearn for those days. The film squanders a perfectly delightful premise and two charismatic leads, leaving me frustrated instead of charmed.


Lana (Brooke Shields) arrives in picturesque Thailand for her daughter’s destination wedding, ready for sun-drenched celebrations. Imagine her horror when the groom’s father turns out to be Will (Benjamin Bratt), her long-lost college sweetheart – the one who shattered her heart. Cue the slapstick pond plunge, the accidental nudity, the classic misunderstanding that threatens to derail their potential reunion. It’s a rom-com recipe with the potential for hilarity and genuine heart…and yet, it falls flat.

Why? Because these aren’t just characters, they’re templates. The script reads like it was assembled by a mildly nostalgic AI trying to remember the greatest rom-com hits. The dialogue is forced, the plot twists are utterly predictable, and it forgets a key ingredient: believability. Lana apparently hasn’t looked Will up online even once in 20 years? Her daughter’s influencer-sponsored wedding is a soulless brand-fest she doesn’t question? It breaks the magic bubble right from the start.


I feel cheated. Not for myself, but for Shields and Bratt. They sparkle with a chemistry the writing doesn’t deserve. Their comedic timing is impeccable, their longing glances land perfectly. But there’s nothing for them to build on, leaving their talents wasted in a sea of shallow clichés. It’s infuriating because there’s a genuinely enjoyable film buried somewhere in here, if only it had trusted its audience enough to be a little less glossy and lot more clever.

We deserve better rom-coms than this. There’s a whole generation of writers who understand the genre, its heart, and how to make it relevant today. It’s time to give them the green light. Until then, “Mother of the Bride” is a reminder that even a tropical paradise can’t compensate for a film that misses the mark entirely.

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