Here's one for the "What was I thinking?" pile: Four Weddings and a Funeral. When the Siren saw this in 1994, she thought it was darling. She saw it again recently and was, well, appalled. She must have been Blinded by The Hugh. Grant is a handsome devil, he knows how to time a line and he lends some appeal to his drippy character. But the rest of the cast--my god. It isn't that they are bad actors, they certainly aren't. It's that they are playing the most off-putting collection of conceited twerps this side of "The Simple Life." What's supposed to be so funny about these charmless snots sitting around weddings and mocking anyone who happens to be less rich, less slim, less witty or less drunk than they are? The primary love on display in this "romantic" movie is self-love. Hugh has to spend his time pursuing Andie Macdowell, whose prettiness cannot disguise the fact that her every performance since sex, lies and videotape confirms Ivan G.'s "Blind Squirrel" theory of cinema. The Siren now sympathizes with Martin Amis, who said if they had released Four Weddings in the 1960s, people would have torn the seats out of the theatre. In conclusion, Hugh yes, this movie, no.