Oh, look. They're Greek. And they eat a lot. That's so funny!
Oh, look. They're Greek. And they nag a lot. That's so funny!
Oh, look. They're Greek. And they have a lot of kids. That's so funny!
Oh, look. They're Greek. And they're overtly patriarchal. That's so funny!
Oh, look. They're Greek. And they talk about Greece all the time. That's so funny!
Oh, look. Boobs. That's so funny!
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Repeat many many many times.
The only character who had any depth at all was the main character, and that was due primarily to her thoughts presented in voice-over (almost always a cheap trick).
John Corbett was cute (as always), but he was the one-dimensional (and cliched) country-club boy who's "spicing" up his life by falling in love with an ethnic girl. Maybe if he'd moved to Alaska and gotten a job as a radio host ... nah ... even that wouldn't have saved this movie, in my opinion.
Ah well. Disappointment. At least there's a new Buffy episode tonight.
