from Working Title Films / PolyGram
Directed by
Mike
Newell
Starring
Hugh
Grant (Charles)
Andie
MacDowell (Carrie)
James
Fleet (Tom)
Simon
Callow (Gareth)
John
Hannah (Matthew)
Kristin
Scott Thomas (Fiona)
David
Bower (David)
Charlotte
Coleman (Scarlett)
Timothy Walker (Angus the Groom)
Sara Crowe (Laura the Bride)
Ronald Herdman (Vicar (Wedding One))
Elspet Gray (Laura's Mother)
Philip Voss (Laura's Father)
Rupert Vansittart (George the Boor at The Boatman)
Nicola Walker (Claudia)
Paul Stacey (Frightful Folk Duo)
Simon Kunz (John with the Unfaithful Wife)
Rowan
Atkinson (Father Gerald)
Robin McCaffrey (Serena)
Michael Mears (The Boatman Waiter)
Kenneth Griffith (Mad Old Man)
David Haig (Bernard)
Sophie Thompson (Lydia the Bride)
Corin Redgrave (Hamish)
Donald Weedon (Master of Ceremonies)
Nigel Hastings (Tea-tasting Alistair)
Emily Morgan (Vomiting Veronica)
Amanda Mealing (Naughty Nicki)
Melissa Knatchbull (Mocking Martha)
Polly Kemp (Miss Piggy)
Anna Chancellor (Henrietta)
Hannah Taylor-Gordon (Young Bridesmaid)
Bernice Stegers (Shop Assistant)
Robert Lang (Lord Hibbott)
Jeremy Kemp (Sir John Delaney)
Rosalie Crutchley (Mrs. Beaumont)
Ken Drury (Vicar (Wedding Three))
Struan Rodger (Best Man)
Lucy Hornack (Married Woman)
Randall Paul (Chester)
Pat Starr (Gareth's Dance Partner)
Tim Thomas (Doctor)
Neville Phillips (Vicar (Funeral))
Susanna Hamnett (Deirdre)
John Abbott (Polite Verger)
Richard Butler (Vicar (Wedding Four))
Written by
Richard Curtis
Original music by
Richard
Rodney Bennett
Rated: 
(for language, and for some sexuality) |
 Charles
(Hugh Grant) seems to be going to all his friends' weddings,
but still can't find anyone who he can tie the knot with. He
is instantly smitten with Carrie (Andie MacDowell) who he keeps
running into at weddings, but their timing is always off. A hysterical
(and at times, touching) movie.
The following poem is the one read at the funeral:
Funeral Blues
by W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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