In theory, making a sequel to what is one of the
highest-grossing rom-coms of all time makes sense; it’s like printing money at
this point. Making said sequel some 16 years after the original, on the other
hand? Not so much. Okay, the “X years later” formula has worked in the past to
rather spectacular effect (just look at Toy Story 3) but that’s a one in a
million shot. It also becomes a factor when it comes to how the public seems to
have forgotten the original My Big Fat Greek Wedding. High apparent critical
ratings but, judging the barometer of “people I know”, that isn’t reflected by
audience reception. Me personally, if I think that the Seltzerberg parody of a
film is not only funnier but smarter,
something be screwy in the state of St. Louis. I don’t know if this is another
Citizen Kane situation where my living in the fallout of the film makes me not
able to appreciate how much it changed the scene, but somehow I really friggin’
doubt it.
Shortly after the original film came out, there was a sitcom
spin-off greenlit by CBS called My Big Fat Greek Life. A brief sitcom spin-off, as in it didn’t even last a full season and
got pulled after 7 episodes. For reasons that will forever confuse and mildly
horrify me, I even remember seeing it on TV at one point. I’m pretty sure that,
even in my pre-Critic youth, I still wouldn’t have sat through a full episode
of the thing unless under heavy duress (read: gun at my head and a marathon of
Married With Children for afterwards), but that memory is stuck there
nonetheless. Where am I going with all this? Well, the original film seriously
felt a feature-length set-up for a sitcom anyway; the TV route is where this
entire premise, and these characters, should have stayed. 20 minute chunks?
Fine, I can understand that. 90 minute overhaul? At least buy me a drink first
before you screw me over.
This whole movie feels like a cheesy sitcom that broke out of its televised confines and wreaked havoc in the cinema; it’s like a variant of Too Many Cooks that is somehow even more terrifying. And not even a good sitcom either. This is in the same lane as something like Full House, where mild inconveniences are the order of the day… every day and, despite opportunities for something less bland coming up between the lines of the script, everything is wrapped up in a neat little bow where no-one had to learn anything nor go through any kind of hardship. Say what you will about Fuller House, and there’s a lot of wrong orbiting that idea, but at least they had enough self-awareness to poke fun at itself. Badly, yes, but it still made the attempt.
This whole movie feels like a cheesy sitcom that broke out of its televised confines and wreaked havoc in the cinema; it’s like a variant of Too Many Cooks that is somehow even more terrifying. And not even a good sitcom either. This is in the same lane as something like Full House, where mild inconveniences are the order of the day… every day and, despite opportunities for something less bland coming up between the lines of the script, everything is wrapped up in a neat little bow where no-one had to learn anything nor go through any kind of hardship. Say what you will about Fuller House, and there’s a lot of wrong orbiting that idea, but at least they had enough self-awareness to poke fun at itself. Badly, yes, but it still made the attempt.
But don’t let that trick you into thinking that this is a
wholesome family romp. Don’t get me wrong, this film tries desperately hard to
come across that way, but it lacks something quite important in the process of
making it: Wholesomeness. I mentioned Married With Children earlier and,
believe it or not, that got the idea
of family togetherness better than this film could ever manage. Sure, the
Bundys would literally beat up and even try to kill each other on numerous
occasions, but at the end of the day they were still people who would happily
fight for each other (literally and metaphorically) because, deep down, they
loved each other. Compare that to this
film, where the family continually takes pot shots at each other in what I
presume is meant to be in that jokey “oh, you!” kind of fashion, except through
either a deficiency in either the writing or the performances (or possibly
both), their supposed affection and bond is non-existent.
Through all the mishaps, all the new relationships that apparently need to be made, all of the musings about how this kind of extremely close-knit family is better than the traditional (read: white) alternative, not once does anyone convince that they can even stand being in the same room as each other, whether blood-related or not. Honestly, if I wasn’t so sad at the fact that Kathy Greenwood is wasting her time with this piffle, I’d be completely on her side since, you know, the Portokalos do come across like they would end up murdering each other one of these days. The closest this film got to being genuine in any way is with Angelo (Joey Fatone) and him coming out to Voula; it’s actually a pretty sweet moment. Of course, that entire sub-plot (if it was even meant to be one) is way too short and way too underdeveloped to even come close to saving anything.
Through all the mishaps, all the new relationships that apparently need to be made, all of the musings about how this kind of extremely close-knit family is better than the traditional (read: white) alternative, not once does anyone convince that they can even stand being in the same room as each other, whether blood-related or not. Honestly, if I wasn’t so sad at the fact that Kathy Greenwood is wasting her time with this piffle, I’d be completely on her side since, you know, the Portokalos do come across like they would end up murdering each other one of these days. The closest this film got to being genuine in any way is with Angelo (Joey Fatone) and him coming out to Voula; it’s actually a pretty sweet moment. Of course, that entire sub-plot (if it was even meant to be one) is way too short and way too underdeveloped to even come close to saving anything.
Last November, I looked at a bit of local Aussie cinema
called UNindian, a film that delved into Austra-Indian relations and how
cultural traditions, in certain cases, can end up doing more damage to a family
than good. This feels like the
Bizarro universe version of that story: A film so blinded by integrated
Stockholm’s Syndrome that it can’t even properly see how bad its main family
truly is. As much as I really didn’t like the first film, it at least felt like
Toula was (rightfully) pissed off at her family for not allowing her to live
her own life.
Here, as a result of the reset button being pushed as per sequel tradition, she has not only completely regressed back to the timid waif she once was but has also become the very thing that she hated to begin with: The overbearing Greek parent. The film shows some surface knowledge of this fact, largely in the form of just having Toula repeat lines from the original to Paris, but it never does anything with it. Instead, it just settles for doing the exact same routine, only for a newer generation. Most likely unintentional, but this results in some rather depressing implications being brought up about unhealthy family relationships and how, despite how some may try, they can never break free from them. Oh, my bad: This film isn’t nearly dark enough to deal with themes like that. Well, maybe if they did a better job at showing this family as actually being supportive, instead of just being something to be ashamed of and constantly mock, conclusions like these wouldn’t be so easily drawn to.
Here, as a result of the reset button being pushed as per sequel tradition, she has not only completely regressed back to the timid waif she once was but has also become the very thing that she hated to begin with: The overbearing Greek parent. The film shows some surface knowledge of this fact, largely in the form of just having Toula repeat lines from the original to Paris, but it never does anything with it. Instead, it just settles for doing the exact same routine, only for a newer generation. Most likely unintentional, but this results in some rather depressing implications being brought up about unhealthy family relationships and how, despite how some may try, they can never break free from them. Oh, my bad: This film isn’t nearly dark enough to deal with themes like that. Well, maybe if they did a better job at showing this family as actually being supportive, instead of just being something to be ashamed of and constantly mock, conclusions like these wouldn’t be so easily drawn to.
All in all, this is bad to the point of making one
physically ill while watching it. Everything that kind of worked about the
original film, like genuine feeling of family, is removed and everything that
didn’t is cranked up to dangerous levels. This premise should only exist on
TGIF line-ups and, considering that their one attempt at such a venture didn’t
even reach double-digits, it seems like this officially shouldn’t go any
further. I swear, if we do get yet another continuation of this series at any
point, keep an ear out for some whacko in Australia shooting down TV satellites.
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