The 2002 romantic comedy My Big Fat Greek Wedding hits surprisingly close to home. My family isn’t Greek, none of us are restauranteurs, and we don’t self-medicate with Windex. And yet, the chaotic intensity of the Portokalos family perfectly echoes that of my very loud Cuban clan. I’ve watched the movie at least a dozen times, and the resemblance is bo…
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