
My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 movie review: prearranged marriage
There is genuine if exasperated warmth here, but it is far less satisfyingly bound up into a cohesive story in this halfhearted retread of the original film.

There is genuine if exasperated warmth here, but it is far less satisfyingly bound up into a cohesive story in this halfhearted retread of the original film.

All the positives that come from having both a female protagonist and a female antagonist get negated by how these women are ridiculed for their gender.

Spectacularly misogynist. Every single attempt at humor — all of which fail — comes from abusing and humiliating its central female characters as women.
Tonight I rewatched My Big Fat Greek Wedding in preparation for a screening of the sequel tomorrow night…

An entertaining look at why Fox News is setting the agenda for what passes for journalism in the U.S, and a tool, perhaps, for deprogramming its adherents.

Initially intriguing detective tale of ancient Rome hops genres into fantasy, with a strange manic-preacher-dream-boy seduction of its pragmatic protagonist.

A marvelous little movie: compact, efficient, almost unbearably intense, smartly (perhaps accidentally) feminist. A glorious treat of pulp genre fun.

The name of the lovestruck female love interest for the male protagonist is almost never uttered. His name is mentioned constantly, natch. What a metaphor!

Bad chicken-and-egg puns and indoctrination into animal cruelty as just good fun for everyone involved (including the animals). You know, for kids.

This is the rare film with hardly any men onscreen; the only significant two exist within the story as nothing but romantic and/or sexual adjuncts to women.