Two very likeable screen actors, Lopez and McConnaughey do their best to get us through this throwback to all those empty-headed Doris Day/Rock Hudson comedies of the mid-‘60s. Don’t misunderstand, I loved the Day/Hudson combo, but let’s get real, the three films they made were pretty silly stuff. But “The Wedding Planner” goes beyond silly, bordering on the insulting. They meet when he saves her from being hit by a runaway dumpster. Even though she sees the huge trash bin rolling towards her, she won’t give up that shoe caught in a manhole cover. If that’s not a Doris Day film characteristic, I don’t know what is. That evening they go on a date to an outdoor movie. But the next day, she discovers that he is about to be married – a little something he neglected to tell her while on their tryst at the movies. And that was exactly the predicament Rock Hudson would have gotten himself into. To further complicate matters, the good doctor is misled to believe that the Italian duffus who loyally follows Mary around like a puppy dog, is her fiancé. You see, unbeknownst to Mary, her father, the screen-chewing Alex Rocco, doing an accent that cannot be found on any continent, has brought a young man over from the old country for a pre-arranged marriage to his single daughter…and it never occurs to her to straighten out this little confusion. Hey, they’d have no story if the misunderstanding were fixed simply by her saying, “He’s not my fiancé!” Unfortunately, the romantic fluff quickly goes from predictable to silly to boring. Add to that the female lead’s one misuse of God’s name while exclaiming how professional she is and you have the new millennium’s answer to screwball comedy. Still, I don’t want to be too tough on this one. I’m sure I’d find it satisfying if it aired one sleepless night on the late, late show, while all the other stations were experiencing static interference and all my books mysteriously vanished.