IT CANNOT BE DENIED. Even after The Wedding Planner, Jennifer Lopez remains unsinkable. She's my favorite superhero not just because of her jet-powered booty, but cuz she's like a video game character who battles against Velveeta cheese clichés all around her, advancing to each new level of the game with aplomb.

The script is an unsurprising minefield of clichés, and Matthew McConaughey leans so heavily on his fading Southern charm that you're wishing Jenny had some crutches in that Bride First-Aid kit of hers. But Jennifer takes this certain box office trainwreck, slams her Pradas on the brakes, and manages to avert embarrassment.

Mary Fiore (Lopez) is the baddest-assest Wedding Planner that ever there was. The sad truth, though, is that poor gorgeous Mary can't seem to find a date! One day, outta nowhere, a runaway dumpster is just about to mow Mary down, and who's there to save her, but Matthew McCon! Before you know it they're dancing under the stars, then he vanishes, only to magically reappear as how did you know? the groom-to-be of Mary's latest client! O. My. Gawd! This groundbreaking film asks the question: What if you're in a great relationship, and then someone with a much nicer ass comes along? Hilarity and mayhem ensue, and somehow Jenny keeps it from falling flat on its face.

Never you mind that no bride in her right freakin' mind would let her fiancé within 500 feet of Jennifer Lopez. And who cares about the implausible, meek ending? The real triumph won't be lost on you: Jenny's victory over the mediocre movie this should've been. With not one hair out of place, she plucks this silly chick-flick out of the dumpster. And when her above-average acting ability doesn't do the trick, we get a butt-shot to tide us over! Ahhh, J.Lo. You and your creamy ass have risen to the top. Again.