What a disaster! Wanting a change (of venue) following election week TV, we head for Santa Cruz' Del Mar to see RACHEL GETTING MARRIED. It's Nov. 7, Opening Night. Theater less than half full and, soon, as folks trickle out, less and less and less... reviews (those we saw) were favorable. Awful, awful! The "wedding" musicians and interludes of jazz, those brief reliefs, were superior to anything else RACHEL had to offer... "Let's go upstairs and see WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" I say, and my wife and I walk out. Others do the same. Theater manager says OK, "...just go to the box office and exchange your tickets. What makes this movie a waste of time? For starters, no real story line, no character development (we hung in there for 40 - 45 minutes), and, witchy sister Kym (Anne Hathaway), a former model or something, just out of rehab, smokes and smokes, poor woman, and croaks out putdowns, while The Father, played by Bill Irwin, and the Wife, played by Anna Deavere Smith, have nothing much to do. Talented actors and actresses, but they're seriously underemployed. One reviewer called the movie a "polycultural tornado." Good, that's the best of it. And the jazz... but the movie just lurched along, one scene after another, on and on, witchy and jarring... after pain, some relief... we get to go upstairs at the Del Mar and see WHAT JUST HAPPENED?