Min Stora Feta Grekiska Semester: A Sun-Drenched Comedy Feast

Strolling into “Min Stora Feta Grekiska Semester,” I was half-expecting another plate of feta and olives, but wow, this movie served more laughs than a Friday night at Lasse’s after-work. Directed by Kirk Jones, the man who’s crafted comedy like a chef with a touch of garlic, the film bursts with color and joy — kind of like a Midsummer party at Skansen.

Nia Vardalos is back, and she’s as lively as a freshly caught smörgåstårta (try saying that after a glass of Ouzo) with John Corbett doing his usual charisma trick. And those Greek vistas? Almost gave me an urge to dust off my old photo album from that infamous family trip to Thessaloniki when my aunt accidentally joined a Greek wedding. True story!

Now, don’t get me wrong, the film’s not perfect. The plot’s thinner than a slice of gravlax, and sometimes the jokes land like a flat köttbulle. But yet, there’s this heartwarming, irresistible charm, a bit like pouring yourself a lukewarm cup of Gevalia on a rainy morning. Is the story predictable? Sure. Do you care? Not really. It feels like putting on your favorite jumper; snug and familiar.

There’s this particular scene where they dance in the village square. I swear, the music was so contagious I almost jumped up to join in right there in the biograf. Maybe too much popcorn sugar, who knows?

Looking for profound cinema? Maybe not. But if you want something light-hearted that’ll transport you straight to a breezy Greek isle without leaving your cozy sofa — this might just hit the spot.

So, grab some kanelbullar, find your comfy spot (preferably without too many distractions), and enjoy what feels like a big, fluffy cinematic hug. Skål!

Check the trailer below