IMPOSSIBLY glossy people in inappropriate but gorgeous clothing, struggling with their love lives, teetering around on crazy heels and fending off scrubs while looking for Mr Right.
’Tis the stuff that rom-coms are made of in Hollywood, who long ago worked out the formula – meet-cute and scene setting in the first act, work up a relationship in the second act, make it fall apart in the third act and then swift denouement for a happily ever after.
With Mrs Right Guy, director Adze Ugah and his scriptwriting team have taken that formula and simply set it in Joburg with some very recognisable rom-com characters kasi-style.
Like Happiness is a Four Letter Word, Mrs Right Guy evinces a healthy sheen of technical expertise. It gives us productive, smart, black South Africans who aren’t mired in despair for our entertainment. Instead, we get some snippy one-liners and beautiful people who should be on a magazine cover.
Our girl in search of “lurve” is Gugu (Moeketsi), left in the lurch right at the beginning of the film by a cad of a husband who wined and dined her, only to get her into the sack. Totally burnt and emotionally vulnerable, Gugu becomes the ultimate ballbuster, stopping the weirdos, or really just anyone, from approaching her bestie, Anna (Thabethe), or herself, for that matter.
A sequence of various scenes in which a variety of guys make a play for h ...