Wedding Bell Blues (1997) *

Three young women and their men/sex/romantic problems. The genesis of this stinking turkey could undoubtedly be traced to a talent-impaired Hollywood hack writer who was dumped by his/her one and only, got severely depressed and concocted the script while pigging out on ice cream and/or sticking needles in a voodoo doll. How bad is this film ? Worse than a bee sting, as fun as a dog bite and barely more enjoyable than a root canal. For cine-masochists only.