‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3’ is a VICTORY for queer representation
Scene-stealer Melina Kotselou brings infectious queer joy and non-binary representation to the third installment of Nia Vardalos' 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' franchise.

Max, Álex, and Jaime decide to camp near the summit of the Irazú Volcano with the purpose of testing the telescope they inherited from Fidel. However, whether by whims of quantum physics or simply because the stars don’t always align as we wish, the night, the conversation, and the music lead the friends down unexpected paths.
Scene-stealer Melina Kotselou brings infectious queer joy and non-binary representation to the third installment of Nia Vardalos' 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' franchise.
Since Season 2 of Peacemaker is currently airing, let’s revisit the movie that started it all.
Him is visually stunning—all concrete cathedrals and bone-rattling impact shots that look like a nightmare highlight reel. Marlon Wayans is magnetic as this legendary quarterback who's basically selling salvation with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. But the story keeps running in circles: more tests, more cryptic pep talks, more ritualistic drills. The sports-as-religion metaphor beats you over the head when subtlety would've been more effective. The middle drags, and that finale chooses spectacle over substance. It's undeniably stylish, but left me cold. Also worth noting: despite the Monkeypaw connection, this isn't actually a Jordan Peele film—he didn't write or direct.
In Jeymes Samuel's history-infused, neo-spaghetti western, Black women are center stage with a fresh hip hop mixtape keeping rhythm in the backdrop.
“And I think to myself….what a wonderful world”. Louis Armstrong sang about this notion via his classic 1967 song, an ode to witnessing elements of our life that should be but some reminders of exactly what that concluding line of each verse indicates. Now we see our contemporary realities and, just being honest, it makes a sentiment like this seem SO overtly far away….perhaps even impossible….to accept or believe could be. It sounds harsh, but again, so much of what is occurring speaks not to beauty, but bedlam.