The film tells the story of three husbands stuck in a tired movie director's network while trying to plan to change the idea of marriage. They are looking to prove that the marriage must be a seven-year contract with an option to renew this marriage.
Given the emphasis on sincerity and sweetness over argument and insight, maybe "defense" [of marriage] is the wrong word. Maybe it should be "affirmation."
Bell's film ends up stuck between being a standard audience-pleaser and something more subversive. For a movie about marriage, you wish it would commit one way or the other.
Right down to that insipid, cutesy-poo title, I Do...Until I Don't plays like a succession of bullet-point clichés about love and sex and marriage that no one ever bothered to develop, connect together or base in any kind of reality.
I Do... Until I Don't marks a strange turn from the characteristic creativity of Bell's previous efforts. It isn't as painful as breaking up, but it gets close.
The movie's satirical backbone softens and dissolves, and watching it go wrong might make you realize it wasn't that good to begin with - that Bell had been getting by on energy and the audience's goodwill.
It soon enough settles into a predictable sub-Love Actually ensemble piece in which none of the individual stories are fleshed out enough to be of much interest. To note that this was made by What's the Point Productions is just too easy.
Bell's script, which becomes too chaotic and cluttered in weaving together its storylines, features some scattered laughs but not much authenticity or insight into contemporary relationships.
