So, pour a glass of cheap champagne, put on your most impractical heels, and remember: Sometimes you have to let the wedding cake fall to the floor to find the right person.

The dancing in the field, obviously. Worst scene? The mechanical bull. We don’t talk about the mechanical bull.

Twenty years later, while most rom-coms from the era have faded into the background of late-night cable reruns, Matthew McConaughey and J.Lo’s San Francisco-set love story remains oddly irresistible. Is it a "good" movie in the classical sense? Debatable. Is it a perfect storm of fashion, music, and absolute chaos? Absolutely.

The catch? He’s the groom at the 500-guest extravaganza she has just been hired to coordinate.

Here is why The Wedding Planner deserves a spot in the Hall of Fame for guilty pleasures. For those who need a refresher: Mary Fiore (J-Lo) is the most Type-A wedding planner in San Francisco. She has a color-coded binder for everything. She has zero time for love. Enter Steve Edison (McConaughey), a dashing doctor who literally saves her life by pushing her out of the way of a runaway dumpster.