Metacritic reviews

It’s sweet, just like the original movie. It was faint praise then, and it still is.

That it all works to the extent that it does is due to its undeniably sweet depiction of a close-knit extended family whose members truly care for and help each other. It's cinematic wish fulfillment in this era of broken families and far-off relatives who keep in touch via social media.

My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 is a veritable feast of low-hanging fruit. The laughs are obvious, we see them coming a mile away.

The winking ethnic jokes weren’t all that revolutionary in the first film, and this time around, they feel even more stale.

Every bit as sitcom-ish and saccharine as its predecessor, but considerably less distinctive.

Even given that lazy stereotyping is the point of her schtick, Vardalos’ broad routine hasn’t aged well, her heavily-(and widely-) accented ‘oily’ Greek family an uncomfortable, almost retro fit for today’s global sensitivities. Apart from that, the gags just aren’t that funny.

There's little drama here, but there is a touching sense of reflection.

Admittedly, the original had its unruly moments, but there’s little to no discipline here. The storyline goes in six different directions, and the actors are unleashed in an apparent free-for-all as they vie for center stage at the Parthenon.

As far as shameless excuses to rehash crowd-pleasing gags from the first film go, it doesn't particularly go about its duties cynically.

In 2002, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" was at least a unique cultural take on movie cliches typically reserved for Italian and Jewish squabbles and makeups. Now it's all stale baklava, made with love but past its prime. Opa? Nope-a.