When he attends his younger brother’s wedding, playboy Connor is troubled to discover that the ghosts of his many girlfriends have come to give him a piece of their mind and teach him a thing or two about true love.
"To me, marriage is an archaic and oppressive institution that should have been abolished years ago. And love? Its magical comfort food for the weak and uneducated. Yeah, it makes you feel all warm and relevant but in the end it leaves you weak, dependant and fat!"
I am doing a bad movie run, and so far this is the worst. It beats The Hangover II and an american pie movie. This is how bad it is. Talk about shallow characters, false emotions, bad scripts, stereotypes, bad acting. This one just got it all in one package.