Review

Bridal Wave: Surfing the Seas of Predictability with a Smile

If you've ever wondered what happens when a Hallmark movie dons a wedding veil and margarita in hand, take a gander at "Bridal Wave." This 2015 cinematic splash is what you'd get if you tossed a Hallmark holiday movie into a blender with the ocean breeze and added a pinch of matrimonial mishaps.

Our heroine, Georgie Dwyer, finds herself on a picturesque island preparing for her dream wedding. Or, more accurately, her dream-inducing wedding, because I blinked and missed the first ten minutes due to a spontaneous nap. Georgie, soon to be wed to Dr. Phil (no, not *that* Dr. Phil), starts to second-guess her life choices. Enter Luke, the rugged island hunk whose jawline could probably slice wedding cake better than a butter knife.

Georgie's dilemma of choosing between her uptight fiancé and the charming stranger unfolds with the smooth predictability of clockwork. It's like watching a Hallmark holiday movie where the Christmas lights are swapped out for seashells, and the hot cocoa is replaced with piña coladas. The storyline paddles along effortlessly, riding low swells of tension followed by gentle waves of resolution.

Much like the Hallmark holiday movies we've come to know and love (or love to mock), "Bridal Wave" serves up lessons on love, life, and how not to trip in a wedding dress on sandy shores. Spoiler alert: Sand may not be the best choice for high heels or life-altering decisions.

The chemistry is fizzy, the scenery is dreamy, and the ending is as comforting as granny's Christmas sweater, which is probably why I found myself with a goofy grin surfacing as the credits rolled. Plus, the comedic moments arise as naturally as hiccups after too much sparkling wine.

If you're in the mood for a feel-good escape with a predictable plot that's as reliable as the tide, "Bridal Wave" will float your boat. Just be sure to hydrate; you'll need something to cure the sugary splash of romance-induced toothache.