How can I put this nicely? Let's see. Forest Whitaker hits bottom in... Hmm. No. A goat outperforms Carlos Mencia in... Ugh. This is hard! Stereotypes are roundly reinforced in... Arrrgh. The Our Family Wedding trailer is out, featuring the dream pairing of Oscar-winner Forest Whitaker and joke-thief Carlos Mencia. Perfect! Oh, and it's excruciating.
Really though, the compulsion to elaborate on what happens in this trailer is mitigated somewhat by the sadness of what it represents: A town that spends six months (or more) of any given year maneuvering actors out of perfectly respectable careers to awards-season royalty turns around and drops them into oblivion. On the one hand, it's refreshing that audiences will again see Whitaker in a film that doesn't involve intersecting tales of existential woe -- something actually in theaters before it veers off to DVD. On the other, his reading of the line, "There's a goat in the bathroom, and he's eating my Viagra!" is perhaps the most appropriate, devastating euphemism for "What the hell happened to me?" that any moviegoer will hear from a mainstream star this year.
Sincerely, not to be mean about it: Forest Whitaker is a great actor. Why is he chasing goats and berating Mencia's tow truck driver -- whose daughter (America Ferrera) is about to marry Whitaker's son (Lance Gross)? Am I overreacting? If you think so, perhaps it bears repeating: The goat is eating his Viagra. That is all.
VERDICT: By the way, who gave Carlos Mencia a movie? Screw Hollywood, seriously.