It is virtually a cast-iron rule that any film in which the lead character is so awestruck by the close proximity of their object of desire that they fall over, walk into an unyielding object or unwittingly cause an accident causing the invariable passing cyclist to violently cartwheel is philosophically and morally unsound. Those reels will do anything to satisfy and damn the movie's integrity.

Early on in My Big Fat Greek Wedding travel agent Toula Portokalos (Nia Vardalos) is at her desk, wearing a telephone headset, when amiable man candy Ian Miller (John Corbett) arrives. Desperate to impress him she springs to her feet and goes in search of the relevant paperwork, promptly losing her footing as the headset cord snaps tight. It's a cheap laugh and the picture has more than a few of them.

Directed by Joel Zwick and written by Vardalos, My Big Fat Greek Wedding was an independent feature that aspired to be a sitcom - and after it became an unexpected hit it did become one for all of seven episodes. It relied on cheap recurring gags, cosy pay-offs to carefully charted situations and racial stereotyping that an outsider would be instantly challenged on.