Ya Veremos

This slapstick-heavy dramedy's goodwill is undercut by its contrivances, insensitivities, and characters' iffy decisions. Ya Veremos ("We'll See") feels too neat. It's hard not to be aware of the plot's clockwork nature, hard not to feel we're being moved from one artificial situation to another in the name of getting the parents' priorities straight. But even that circumstance isn't convincingly set up: Rodrigo's great sin in the marriage was that, as a dedicated doctor, he tended to patients who depended on him. And Alejandra's journey is muddled at best.

In search of laughs, the film allows one character to be repeatedly fat-shamed and depicts the Japanese husband of a pregnant woman as un-masculine, weak, and fearful. And when Santi says he wants to see a naked woman in the flesh, his parents trick Rodrigo's ex-lover (a woman who's still desperately, obsessively in love with him) into exposing herself to the boy. Ha ha? They also let him drive in heavy traffic, and one character who's done nothing wrong gets shafted in the name of a "happy" ending. There's some charm in the cast, but ultimately this Mexican hit feels like a TV movie in the old, negative sense. Its conflicts are unconvincing, its solutions convenient, and its laughs few and far between.