An easy to like movie on a very difficult question: how men are to form a friendship when everybody is terrified of being labeled a--well, choose your slur. The plot gets off to a bad start: our hero needs a best man but has no real male friends. He does, however, have a brother, whom any etiquette book will inform you to be the first choice for best man. Well, we let that go. Who knows etiquette these days, or how to spell? After various tribulations our hero Peter finds a friend. Unfortunately, at the same moment he turns into a nitwit, speaking dialogue more like baby talk than conversation that might make him credible as an object of friendship. How the friend, Syd, comes to like, indeed to love, such a moron is never explained. But he does. The fiancée becomes jealous, Peter stops being an idiot, Syd is banned from the wedding but attends anyway, even if the fiancée had not invited him at the last minute. For she has recognized that Peter is deeply unhappy despite a fair showing of groomsmen. The title enters the script just as the wedding does in one of the best--actually the best--sequence of the film, as Peter and Sydney run through all the foolish nicknames that Peter has cooked up for Syd, after Syd, shortly after the two meet, has hit the bull's eye with his first choice for Peter. Well acted by all concerned, with special praise for Paul Rudd, who trips over his tongue hundreds of times like a champion.