Love. Wedding. Repeat

The film’s drunken lurch into earnest romance near the end, after leaning on bawdy humour for the most part, requires us to see these characters as something other than farcical chess pieces, an uphill battle for all involved.

While [Munn] can't do much with the contrived script and scene after scene of studied awkwardness, she at least has a certain relaxed luminosity. Unlike the majority of her fellow cast, she doesn't try too hard.

It never really feels fair that romantic comedies are called guilty pleasures; why should anyone have to feel bad about the movies that make them feel good? ...Sadly, writer-director Dean Craig seems to have forgotten to add the pleasure part.

The term “Netflix rom-com” has come to represent a certain brand of comfort food. For better or for worse, Love Wedding Repeat is here to break the mold. The Sam Claflin/Olivia Munn vehicle—which Netflix picked up at Cannes last year—isn’t so much a romance as a full-on cringe comedy.

By the time it inches into its second hour without so much of a hint of anyone reliving the same day over and over again, that title will only baffle even audiences enjoying the otherwise amusing wedding-set romp.

Yes, it’s one of those movies. But we haven’t had a good one in a while, and “Love Wedding Repeat” returns us to the fanciful confectionary ’90 vibe of “Sliding Doors” and “Serendipity” and “Run Lola Run,” in which tiny events set off erupting particle chains of fate.