Too cliched and predictable for Hollywood, too retro and unrealistic for Harlequin. What got to me most was the film's flat-out SEXISM--attention from an attractive man and a few strokes of blusher transforms a neurotic zombie into an emotionally mature, vibrant sex bomb. Is marriage really going to cure Tula's quasi-incestuous dependence on her tyrannical father? What a sick, dysfunctional excuse for "romance."
Review of My Big Fat Greek Wedding
