Offbeat fashion student Betsy Hopper and her strait-laced investment-banker fiancé, Jake Lovell, just want an intimate little wedding reception, but Betsy's father, Eddie, a Long Island construction contractor, feels so threatened by Jake's rich WASP parents that he blows the ceremony up into a bank-breaking showpiece, sending his wife, Lola, into a financial panic. Pressure from Betsy's extended family to include their joint Jewish and Italian-Catholic heritage in the ceremony doesn't do much to assuage the title character's worries, nor does the lovelorn bitterness of her older sister, Connie, who's single, her parents assume, because she has the audacity to pursue the unfeminine profession of police officer. With all of his funds tied up into the money pit of a house he's building, Betsy's dad has to turn to his crooked brother-in-law, Oscar, for financial assistance, and soon a soft-spoken but menacing young mobster named Stevie Dee is supervising Eddie's construction project and ...
The wedding picture doesn't always tell the whole story.
Did You Know?
The last movie Alan Alda
directed. In a 2016 interview with podcaster Marc Maron
, Alda indicated he didn't enjoy directing Betsy's Wedding, adding, "I didn't have fun." When Maron asked why, Alda declined to elaborate, saying "Never mind." He goes on to say "A young director once said of an actor he didn't like working with 'Was he hard to work with?' 'I don't remember'". See more
At the construction site in New York, George and Stevie Dee never wear protection helmets, which is a standard procedure involving authorized and unauthorized personnel working or visiting the site (even Eddie uses a helmet and he's a visitor just like Stevie and George are). See more
How could you do that to your husband? I'm your family!
Oh, you're quite the family man. You were cheating on your wife. You're cheating on your brother-in-law. You're probably cheating on this poor secretary underpaid and overscrewed.
I don't wanna hear this. This is ridiculous. I don't have to sit around and listen to that kind of talk.
You're a rat, Oscar. You don't belong in a family, you belong in a pack!
Music by George Gershwin
Lyrics by Ira Gershwin See more