Everyone Movie Review
Ryan and Grant are getting married -- sort of: They can't actually decide on what to call their "civil union." One even wants the other to wear jeans and a t-shirt to the event instead of a tux. But never mind that: Relatives and friends are arriving, and the neuroses are piling up.
Everyone follows a now-predictable pattern of pre-wedding insanity brought on by jitters, awful family members, and old-fashioned psychosis. Ryan's mother arrives with a "street punk" in tow. One woman is pregnant... but she's getting divorced from her husband. Lots and lots of gay humor as couples are found in flagrante delicto. Lots of gay wedding humor.
Unfortunately, while the production values are high and the line deliveries are spot-on (nary a howler is to be found), the script is trite and nothing special, and the actors have remarkably little charisma. Director Bill Marchant seems to have gone out of his way to make all the women in the film callow shrews. He seems to want you to hate them. Mission accomplished.