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“Our Family Wedding” is a perfectly good idea for a comedy: A wedding between a Mexican-American woman and an African-American man leads to culture clash. The film, unfortunately, deals with the situation at the level of a middling sitcom. You almost miss the laugh track.

Difficult problems are sidestepped, arguments are overacted, and there are three food fights involving wedding cakes. Well, two, actually, and the destruction of a third cake.

At the center of the wedding are Lucia Ramirez (America Ferrera), a former law student at Columbia, and Marcus Boyd (Lance Gross), a Columbia med-school graduate. The young couple plan to move to Laos, where he will work with Doctors Without Borders.

They’ve been living together in New York but keeping it a secret from her parents because her mom, Sonia (Diana Maria Riva), expects her to remain a virgin before marriage, and her father, Miguel (Carlos Mencia), would be crushed if he learned she has dropped out of law school. In a plot twist of startling originality, she is not pregnant.

A slimmed-down Forest Whitaker plays Marcus’ father, Brad, a popular Los Angeles all-night DJ. He’s doing all right and inhabits a huge house in the hills with a pool, stairs leading to a terrace and a lawn big enough to hold a wedding party. Plus his ride is a Jaguar. Not bad for an all-night DJ.

Miguel is also well off, with the daughter at Columbia, the big, luxurious house and the passion for restoring classic cars. He owns a towing service, which is how he and Brad have a meet-cute: All his drivers call in sick. Miguel fills in, and he and Brad meet when he tows the Jag.

The dads meet again at dinner, when their children pop the news. Cue the screaming insults; they wind up shaking each other by the throat.

All of the family difficulties seem trumped-up.

Although Lucia is terrified that her mother will discover she had sex before marriage, that revelation, when it comes, is almost a throwaway.

Marcus is embarrassed that his dad dates much-younger women, but when he turns up at the family dinner with a girl who was Lucia’s softball teammate, there’s barely a mild stir. Lucia’s grandmother faints when she sees Lucia’s fiance is a black man, but when she comes to, this is forgotten. (Didn’t anyone tell her?)

The bright spots are America Ferrera, the kind of cuddly beauty who plunges right in and kisses a guy without worrying about her makeup, and Lance Gross as the guy, who has a thankless task as the Perfect Fiance, but doesn’t overplay it.

“Our Family Wedding” is a pleasant but inconsequential comedy, clunky, awkward for the actors, and contrived from beginning to end. Compare it with “Nothing Like the Holidays” (2008) to see how well a movie can handle similar material.