My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2
I have a friend who says “Take my advice; I’m not using it”. Please, even if you and I haven’t met, let me be that friend.
My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 (seriously?? How long before they threw in the towel on naming the sequel ?) feels like a throwback to the late 90s, without the clever updating required to make it desirable to revisit. Even Zoolander 2 managed to bring a 15-year old prequel into the 21st century (and that’s damning with pretty faint praise). MBFGW2 is worse than 14 years too late – it’s completely redundant.
The extended Portokalos family still cram into one another’s lives, suffocating under OTT acting and utterly laughless dialogue – only the dramatic tension (such as it isn’t) now rests on Toula’s grumpy teenage daughter who can’t wait to escape to college, and the fact that Toula’s 50-years-together parents turn out not to have been legally married. Cue histrionics, racial stereotypes, and a pointless cameo from John Stamos.
Cine-trivia: the first film was nominated for a screenplay Oscar! Following its success, writer-star Nia Vardalos as good as disappeared from sight. Unfortunately, she’s no Tina Fey or Amy Anyone, and the new wave of clever, sassy Hollywood ladies has since washed away Vardalos’ legacy.
Similarly, one dimly remembers that John Corbett was a Real Somebody back in the day (thanks to Sex and the City). Well, not anymore. His contribution here does nothing to prevent MBFGW2 being like the worst French farce, only in heavily-accented English.