A family, a tense bride-to-be, a goofy groom to be, and the usual assortment of mundane peripheral characters, lead to much ado about nothing!
1.0
"Abysmal"
Not that I had any high hopes for this show to begin with, but all I wanted was a distraction, and all I got was frustration.
The show takes place during the 10 hours leading up to (and presumably beyond) the wedding, but instead of getting all 10 hours at once, we're forced to sit through a half-hour or so per - - by wild coincidence - - half-hour show. Which means that at least ten episodes will be imposed on us, if it isn't cancelled before then.
First, the groom is in his pajamas, so, presumably, he has slept at the bride-to-be's folks' home. He then visits the bride-to-be in her bedroom. Doesn't this guy have a home of his own? Doesn't he know that it's bad luck to see the bride . . . oh, never mind! That's typical Hollywood (il)logic!
Second, the maid-of-honor presumably got drunk the night before, and slept in the bedroom next to the bride, with a guy she didn't know, but, as it turns out, she does know, to laughs galore (that's sarcasm, in case you missed it; BTW, the bride-to-be was oblivious to the whole sordid episode). The maid-of-honor reaches across the bed to retrieve and drink the dregs from her glass of rum, and, wouldn't you know it, the guy screams that she just drank his contact lenses! Wow! Couldn't you just die from that totally unpredictable morsel of humor? (yeah, that's sarcasm, too!)
Third, we have the usual mother-daughter fight over something inane: the salad - - Caesar (bride) versus a Pear Vinagrette (mom). Personally, I agreed with mom about the Caesar being too messy and crunchy, but the daughter insisted that the Pear Vinagrette was too frou-frou for her wedding. Folks, she's the daughter of a rich doctor having a wedding in a tent in their expansive (if not expensive) backyard. Worse, after the mom relents (a little too easily, if you ask me), all are oh-so-surprisingly dismayed to discover that all the romaine lettuce in town has gone to another affair (does anyone want to bet that we'll see mom and the caterer go to that function to try to switch or steal the salads, a la "I Love Lucy" or "The Nanny"?).
Fourth, in a matter of a few minutes, "dad" is seen putting his hand to his nose in an expression of exasperation. Never mind that there was nothing to be exasperated about at either time, but to have the two gestures repeated in such a short time (and, given the angle, I'm sure it was the same take!) was a waste of time, not to mention unfunny to begin with.
Fifth, the groom inadvertently (?) knocks down part of the tent (did anybody NOT see that coming?), but doesn't do anything to help fix it, while the goofy catering staff struggle to fix it.
Sixth, a running "gag" (yes, I pretty much choked on it!) was a hispanic beautician wandering around the grounds and the house with tweezers and basket in hand, searching for the bride-to-be in order to pluck her eyebrows (at least, I *presume* that's what she's going to pluck!), all the while saying, "Pluck? Pluck?" Either she's part chicken, or we're supposed to giggle at what the word sounds like.
Finally (actually, there was more, but my fingers are getting sore from pounding angrily away to type this review, and my gorge is rising from having actually watched this dreck!), in mutual fits of tearful anger, the mom and daughter shut themselves in separate bathrooms. Wow! Did anyone NOT see THAT coming?
You may have guessed that I won't watch any further episodes!