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.

Don’t forget your “eating pants” and dancing shoes.

Somehow, someway, in the summer of “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer,” which renewed the hope of film fans that quality cinema was fighting back, there’s now “My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3.” Alas, it’s the Trojan Horse of movies.

This movie is as successful as the sitcom spinoff they tried in the early 2000s, which means it was unsuccessful. I can’t really suggest going to see this&#59; even with a few fun performances, it just wasn’t enough to not feel like a complete waste of time.

It's very well-intentioned, but it doesn't hit the notes and ends up feeling like a medley of greatest hits from the first two.