The Wedding Coach review – extremely loud and incredibly gross
It takes three ⦠Jamie Lee, Travis and Erin. Photograph: Netflix I donât think anyoneâs sane any more. That is the reluctant, and more than slightly discomfiting, conclusion to which I was driven by The Wedding Coach. Possibly on a more optimistic day in a more optimistic time, I would have limited myself, comforted myself, by reckoning it to be merely non-Americans who are still burdened by sanity. But I have met too many British brides, seen too many other programmes about weddings elsewhere, to fool myself for long. No, we ...