Cute guy. Cute girl. Misunderstandings. Band-aids. Happy endings. Magic kisses.... chick flick, anyone? From the screenwriter of the The Devil Wears Prada, that can be called a “timepass film” at best, comes 27 Dresses which makes the former movie look like a magnificent work of art. Thirty minutes through it you have the ending all worked out and you spend the next hour mentally re-organising your wardrobe.

What’s with Aline Brosh McKenna and her obsession with saints who double as impeccably-efficient personal assistants! So we have Jane Nichols (Heigl) who has been madly in love with her boss forever, but not only does she step aside gracefully when he falls for her little sister, she also volunteers to plan every minute detail of their fairytale wedding. Did someone mention that she is totally turned on by all things wedding'y! Having been a bridesmaid only 27 times, attended a few hundred cake tastings, and held brides’ gowns up while they took a leak, she dreams of how these friends will be there for her on her big day, still she grins and accepts the unfair twist that life throws in her face. Oh! The other thing in her face is Kevin (Marsden), a “creepy” writer, the exact opposite of Jane. This cynic can’t stand weddings and scoffs at the concept of love and marriage. Yet he hounds her?

Heigl is pleasant in the film. For Marsden it seems to be raining chick-flicks with Enchanted and 27 Dresses how ever much he insists that men will enjoy these movies as well.
But an all gals’ pyjama party is what this one should be saved for, as long as you gossip through most of the stuff and pay attention to the select dreamy moments that Jane and Kevin share.