However forgettable generally, the film was notable for two minor reasons:
- I have never, ever seen a movie with this much product placement. The bombardment is near constant and not subtle, with so many brands and specific products featured on screen, mentioned by name in the dialogue, or even becoming significant plot elements in and of themselves that I'd be surprised if the film didn't make back its entire production budget on sponsorships alone. Maybe this is what it takes these days to get a major studio to make a mid-budget live action movie featuring non-superpowered people over the age of 40, but yeesh, it was unrelenting.
- Speaking of unrelenting, it was amusing that this movie unintentionally did very effectively what so many mediocre dramas like 2017's The Circle have stumbled in attempting: portraying a culture consumed by social media as a vision of hell on earth. With so many narrative moments presented through livecasts, cat-eared filters, or split-screens with inane fandom commentary, Marry Me manages to subtly articulate the claustrophobic surveillance nightmare of modern celebrity culture so much more effectively just by trying to replicate the way many people experience reality now than any Black Mirror episode that tries to heighten it for the sake of making the same point. The film's script just kind of brushes over it, but once the Sauron's Eye of Instagram turns toward Owen Wilson's everyguy character, one's mind can't help but wander to the consequences this attention would have on a real person's job, children, and ability to function in society.