Perhaps you were thinking of going to the movies this weekend. Perhaps someone's trying to drag you to Avatar and you have no real interest in blue alien things. Then, might I humbly reccommend Up in the Air instead? (I promise this has a wedding tie in, so please bear with me.)
I know a recession movie isn't an easy sell, even when it stars George Clooney. And if Jason hadn't found a job last month, then I don't know if we could have sat through a film in which the main character plays a layoff specialist (many of the layoff scenes feature real people who have recently been laid off, not actors). But although the film provides a stark look at our current economic situation, it was a delicate work of art and balance that managed to not be about layoffs or the recession at all. It didn't offer any easy answers or resolutions, but it wasn't a bleak assessment that left me depressed or drained. Instead, it was an honest examination of modern life, detachment, and transitions that never relied on cliches. And I think that last sentence explains why it resonated so much: it wasn't a highly stylized, cliched, or sanitized look at life, it simply decided to respect us as moviegoers (which is, unfortunately, rare in big studio films.)
As part of the honest examination, I really appreciated how Up in the Air approached its wedding scene. (I promise this isn't a spoiler issue. The wedding doesn't involve a central plot point or central character.) The wedding took place in a hokey banquet hall with a working class Midwestern couple. Let's just say, it wasn't a wedding for the blogs. But even though the bridesmaids dresses weren't great and even though the banquet hall had plastic chairs (oh, the horror) the movie didn't condescend, either in big-city derision for the perceived tackiness or in elevating the presumably wholesome-but-kooky Midwestern values. It was a fine line for the film to walk, because the event was tacky* and because the characters had a hint of Midwestern kookiness and definite family-oriented values. But somehow, the director Jason Rietman manages to capture it as just a wedding. Nothing more, nothing less. And in the middle of all this thinking about stylish and personal and meaningful weddings, it was a nice moment of stepping back and thinking yes, it's just a wedding, nothing more and nothing less.
*I hate hate hate that word, and Ariel gave a perfect explanation of why at Offbeat Bride. But it fits the context of what I'm trying to get at here.