Our Family Wedding is a broad multi-ethnic comedy that telegraphs every joke and is too punchless to actually have punchlines.
This is Abie's Irish Rose in 21st-century L.A.-style, with a marriage between a Chicano bride (America Ferrara) and an African-American groom (Lance Gross). He's a doctor with a rapidly approaching departure date to go work for Doctors Without Borders in Laos. She's a law-school dropout who is going with him, much to the consternation of her hard-nosed entrepreneur father.
Unfortunately, her father is played by Carlos Mencia, the poor man's George Lopez. And his father is played by Forest Whitaker, an Oscar-winning dramatic actor with no noticeable comedic instincts. Their banter is along the lines of "Don't call me bro, hombre." "I'm not your hombre, homeboy." "I'm not your homeboy, vato."
And we're not amused, fellas.
The plot, such as it is, involves the hurry-up wedding and the culture clash between two unyielding sets of parents. Their families provide the ethnic stereotypes, which are played as broadly as everything else. For good measure, his dad is a divorced disc jockey, one of those seductive-voiced slow-jam types who's a player but who's secretly in love with his long-time attorney, played by the misused Regina King.
Laughs? Sorry, they didn't RSVP for this affair. Neither should you.