I had to stop watching this because the writing is terrible. For me, it's painful. First, Nicholson and Streep meet at a wedding; they flirt; and they leave together; and the next thing, they're in bed having a post-coital meal. Then, it jumps to their wedding. Wow! Talk about a leap. But then, she gets cold feet because of his reputation as a womanizer, and so she stays in bed for what seems like hours while the gathered group in the house, including the groom, are waiting for the ceremony to start. So various people go into her room, one after another to try to coax her to come out and go through with it, and that's where the hours come in because they're all having these long conversations with her, Meanwhile, the guests and even the piano player are falling asleep. We see him with his head down on the piano. That's supposed to be funny.
And then during the interludes back in the wedding room, it keeps going to these two waiters who are having this long protracted conversation about how to cook this chicken, and frankly, my impression is that they are supposed to be two stereotypical gay guys, and it's supposed to be funny, but really, it's just stupid.
Finally, Nicholson, himself, goes in to talk to her, and not in any hurry either, even though it seems like hours have passed. So, they're lying there in the bed, him beaming his trademark Nicholson grin which is painted on his face, and she tells him that if they get married, it will ruin everything because they will drive each other crazy, and his response is that that isn't going to happen because she already drives him crazy. Give me a break. That's supposed to be good writing? That was it for me. This movie is trite. The story is preposterous. The humor is hackneyed. And anyone who finds it entertaining is easy to please. I'm giving it two stars instead of one only because Streep's acting talent does come through. But, nothing could save this shipwreck.