and you think fro-boy is bitter?!?
a really bitter american guy in russia reviews my big, fat, greek wedding. interesting set up in that he takes an american girl to the movie with him and records her reactions. he makes some good points at the beginning, but then he veers into a mean spirited diatribe against greek-americans. my guess is it had something to do with his past – his childhood friend’s bigoted greek father or maybe the ‘washcloth incident’. read the whole thing, but here are some samples:
i want to kill him for this…
They say this movie is a hit because it’s the first ethnic movie about those wacky Greeks. There’s a reason why there’ve been no films about Greeks before. Ethnic family movies about Jews and Italians have a much higher success rate. Jews and Italians are interesting. The Greeks in this movie are boring, predictable, cheap and bigoted. The only thing “warm” they seem to do is yell “Hoo-pah!” and dance like Turks. In fact, the vicious hunchbacked old grandma, who crawls around their American suburb in her black wimple and cloak, accusing all the WASPs in their neighborhood of being “bloodthirsty Turks,” looks to me an awful lot like what I imagine a Turk looks like. Are Greeks really just debased Turks in denial?
i agree with him here…
At one point, Toula is forced, for the plot’s sake, to ask him why he loves her. Because it makes no sense at all – guys who look like that are usually fucking the cheerleader squad and all the under-30 social workers. So why is he with Toula, a fat, self-loathing Greek pig? “Because I came alive when I met you,” he says.
and the guy is downright hilarious at times…
Toula’s beauty transformation from dumpy, creased spinster into someone you’d mercy fuck on a drunken Wednesday evening was accomplished with far too much ease – all she did was perm her hair, apply blush and upgrade her clothes… and the next thing you know, a table full of sorority girls happily invites her to sit with them. Is that the lonely American woman’s dream? To be invited to sit at a table of shallow, mean sorority girls for lunch, who accept you just because you look good? (This is where I start reaching for the rope, butcher knife and briefcase…the spirit of Ted Bundy echoing in my ear like OB-1… “Maaaark, use the kniiiiiife…use the kniiiiiife…”)
i think that the movie was a total caricature of greek-american culture, but it should be taken for what it is…it was light, meaningless, cheesey, stupid entertainment. and it was consistently, yet mildly funny throughout (though i didn’t get the windex jokes). kind of like an extended friends episode. on that level, anyway. it wasn’t very believable and i cringed at times, but it wasn’t a total waste of time and money. and my girlfriend enjoyed it.
one thing i don’t understand is the author identifying with the quiet, sensitive, social worker type. bitch seems like a jerk to me, in which case he shouldn’t have trouble finding women, by his theory.
maybe it’s something else?……..maybe the washcloth idea was a hint.