There are some films that you see either previewed at the cinema or in a magazine that you are not only desperate to see, but desperate to LOVE too (excuse the pun) - for me, "Confetti" was one of those films. Being a massive fan of BBC comedy (in particular, BBC Three), I licked my lips at the prospect of actors/actresses from "The Smoking Room", "Nighty Night", "Man Stroke Woman" and "The Office" coming together in a British rom-com. With hindsight, the prospect of seeing the film was actually better than the action of watching it.
Briefly, "When Confetti magazine decide to hold a competition for the 'Most Original Wedding of the Year', three couples with quirky themes and ideas for their special day embark upon a hilarious journey towards wedded bliss. Aided by some eccentric wedding planners, relatives and friends, the couples endure nerves, knocks and nose jobs in their efforts to win top prize".
What struck me when I was watching the film (and makes sense now that I know that the action wasn't scripted) was the way in which the film developed rather unsteadily. For the first half an hour,(although being impressed by some of the witty one-liners), I couldn't help comparing Martin Freeman's "Matt" with "Tim" from "The Office". When "The Office" came out, Martin Freeman was a relatively unknown actor, which made it easier to believe that he was "just a man in a documentary". When you watch "Confetti", however, you can't help thinking that "famous people pretending not to be famous" in a mocumentary is just a recipe for distater. Fortunately, the actors seem to relax into their roles later on in the film - sadly, it is at the expense of the afore-mentioned comedy.
There are one or two saving graces for this film - primarily the finale. Although we all know which couple will win the competition, we can't help cheering them on - not only because we like them, but because we hate (or at least show indifference to) the other two couples, aswell as the "X-Factor-esque" judges. The weddings themselves are wonderfully characterised - the Wimbledon-wannabees getting the tacky, one-dimensional centre-court ceremony that the whole audience thinks they deserve: the naturist couple finding the spirit of compromise so severely lacking earlier on in the film: and, the musically-themed wedding providing the humble, yet heart-warming, spectacle that we all thought it would be.
I am going to finish this review on a tricolon of "anybodies". Firstly, what is "physicial dyslexia"...anybody? Secondly, why didn't the film make the most of Julia Davis...anybody? Thirdly, (and finally), Martin Freeman does (no discussion please)look sexy in his wedding outfit...anybody? ;)