My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3

I was physically uncomfortable the whole way through, because this is just a fever dream of bad choices.

In spite of its third-film shortcomings, My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3 has some genuine laughs and a healthy dose of heart.

We’re still left with cute but thinly drawn characters with little personality beyond signature quirks.

It’s a rom-com both com-less and rom-less.

Personally, this series has never done much for me, and that’s the case with this third effort, too. As great as the ensemble might be, Vardalos aims much too low.

My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3 should have been a breezy postcard. Instead, no amount of sequences filmed during golden hour can distract from the story’s clunkiness.

Overall the vibe is feelgood - Mamma Mia! minus the Abba songs - helped along by jokes as cheesy as barrel-aged feta.

The only thing in MBFGW3 that’s older than the jokes is the Parthenon.

Much, in fact, is up in the air. The only grounded member of the clan is Aunt Voula (Andrea Martin) who has a great one-liner when you need it the most. She finds laughs even when Nia Vardalos wasn’t counting on them.



One trip to the well too many.