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Four Weddings and a Funeral
Four weddings and a funeral 18+Synopsis
Over the course of five social occasions, a committed bachelor must consider the notion that he may have discovered love.
Country
Great Britain
Runtime
1 hour 57 minutes
Production year
1994
Online premiere
1 September 2024
World premiere
20 January 1994
Release date
| 20 January 1994 | Russia | 16+ | |
| 13 May 1994 | Australia | ||
| 15 April 1994 | Canada | ||
| 7 October 1994 | Czechia | ||
| 17 February 1995 | Estonia | ||
| 27 April 1994 | France | ||
| 10 August 1994 | Germany | ||
| 13 May 1994 | Great Britain | ||
| 25 August 1994 | Hong Kong | ||
| 1 May 2025 | Iceland | 7 year age limit | |
| 3 June 1994 | Ireland | ||
| 13 October 1994 | Italy | ||
| 8 October 1994 | Japan | ||
| 20 January 1994 | Kazakhstan | ||
| 28 July 1994 | Netherlands | ||
| 17 September 1994 | Philippines | ||
| 5 October 1994 | Portugal | ||
| 6 October 1994 | Slovakia | ||
| 16 July 1994 | South Korea | 18 | |
| 26 August 1994 | Spain | ||
| 9 September 1994 | Sweden | ||
| 9 March 1994 | USA | ||
| 20 January 1994 | Ukraine |
MPAA
R
Budget
$4,400,000
Worldwide Gross
$245,700,832
Production
Polygram Filmed Entertainment, Channel Four Films, Working Title Films
Also known as
Four Weddings and a Funeral, Cuatro bodas y un funeral, Fyra bröllop och en begravning, Vier Hochzeiten und ein Todesfall, 4 mariages et 1 enterrement, Arba Hatunot V'Levaya Ahat, Bốn Đám Cưới Và Một Đám Ma, Četiri vjenčanja i sprovod, Četras kāzas un vienas bēres, Čtyři svatby a jeden pohřeb, Cztery wesela i pogrzeb, Dört Nikâh Bir Cenaze, Fire bryllup og en gravferd, Fire bryllupper og en begravelse, Ketverios vestuves ir vienerios laidotuves, Négy esküvő és egy temetés, Neli pulma ja ühed matused, Neljät häät ja yhdet hautajaiset, Patru nunți și o înmormântare, Quatre bodes i un funeral, Quatre mariages et un enterrement, Quatro Casamentos e um Funeral, Quattro matrimoni e un funerale, Stiri poroke in pogreb, Štyri svadby a jeden pohreb, Tesseris gamoi kai mia kideia, Τέσσερις γάμοι και μία κηδεία, Чeтири сватби и едно погребение, Четири венчања и сахрана, Четыре свадьбы и одни похороны, Чотири весілля та один похорон, フォー・ウェディング, 你是我今生的新娘, 四個婚禮一個葬禮
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[at Gareth's funeral]
Matthew
Gareth used to prefer funerals to weddings. He said it was easier to get enthusiastic about a ceremony one had an outside chance of eventually being involved in. In order to prepare this speech, I rang a few people, to get a general picture of how Gareth was regarded by those who met him: 'Fat' seems to have been a word people most connected with him. 'Terribly rude' also rang a lot of bells. So very 'fat' and very 'rude' seems to have been a stranger's viewpoint. On the other hand, some of you have been kind enough to ring me and let me know that you loved him, which I know he would have been thrilled to hear. You remember his fabulous hospitality, his strange experimental cooking: the recipe for "Duck à la Banana" fortunately goes with him to his grave. Most of all, you tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkenness. But I hope joyful is how you will remember him, not stuck in a box in a church. Pick your favourite of his waistcoats and remember him that way. The most splendid, replete, big-hearted, weak-hearted as it turned out, and jolly bugger most of us ever met. As for me, you may ask how I will remember him, what I thought of him. Unfortunately, there I run out of words. Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say: "Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest; My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good."
