MY BIG FAT GREEK STORY.

MY WIFE, Stavroula Logothettis, AND I HAD just arrived at Toronto's Pearson airport, preparing to leave for our "big fat Greek vacation" getaway, when a fan of hers came skipping out of nowhere. My actor-wife, born in Athens and a long-time Canadian citizen, isn't recognized often. Still, that it happens at all is freaky. I should have seen it coming -- but then again, no one saw it coming. Who would have guessed that 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' would become synonymous with "the most successful independent film in the world?" For those who haven't seen the film, it's about a Greek woman who falls in love with a mangia-cake -- meaning, in this case, a cake-eating Anglo-Saxon. As in the movie, I'm a non-Greek (though I'm not, it should be clear, a WASP) who married into a Greek family. While some critics have complained that Greek Wedding perpetuates stereotypes, when we met Stavroula's cacophonous family (from the Greek word kakophonos), it reminded me of the scene in the movie where two dozen shouting, dancing Greeks greeted the groom's parents for what was supposed to have been "a quiet dinner." Given the movie's impact, it made for a particularly interesting time. What did Stavroula's family in Greece think of the film?