Easily the most matrimonial of the
films, this outing
features not only the heartfelt pleasure of
love-fulfilled, but also the stomach-turning
revulsion of someone eating dog poop. I
guess the message is that marriage
involves both the good times and the bad
times and also the dog poop.
Nonetheless, this is certainly passably
entertaining, and, in a summer that
features a collection of "blockbusters"
and "sequels" that are uniformly shitty, it
only makes sense that, in at least one of
them, someone should actually eat that