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Georgia is an American academic who's lost her teaching job in Athens. She's taken a job as a tour guide, but she hates it and it shows: the tourists, mostly American, are bored with history and facts; they want to shop. Every group has a goofy couple, a frat boy, a sullen teen, a feuding couple, divorcées looking for a mate, and a funny guy. This group is no exception, plus there's no air conditioning and a bearded silent driver. Thanks to an unlikely friendship, plus daisies, an ice-cream cone, the history of syrup, and the Oracle at Delphi, Georgia may have a shot at finding her kefi during this four-day tour. Written by
Chocolate ice cream spills on Georgia's blue jacket. First near her right side lapel, then on her left. But in a later scene, there is a chocolate stain only on her right side. Yet another scene: no chocolate stains. See more »
[to Georgia about the driver]
Is the Sasquatch gonna be with us the whole time?
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It's easy to put your finger on what went wrong with My Life in Ruins. Director Vincent Sherman said, "More writers doesn't necessarily mean a better script. Usually it means just the opposite. It's not easy to put people together and make a successful collaboration."
You can almost feel the push and pull between the talented Nia Vardalos and writer Mike Reiss with this story of an American history professor turned travel guide to an annoying group of tourists. Vardalos, being Greek, no doubt added the very spot-on "Greekness" of the characters and enriched the story; while Reiss ruined the fun with his sophomoric writing and unfunny stereotypical characters. Hey, Mike, didn't they teach you at Harvard that stereotypes are a no-no? This ain't TV, Bubba, it's cinema!
If Reiss had been taken out of the equation, and Vardolas given the opportunity to run with the screenplay herself, My Life in Ruins would probably have been more enjoyable from start to finish. Checking track records, most television writers fail horribly crossing over to screen writing. Yet, they're given the job! When are producers going to wise up?
My Life in Ruins is like a picky eater trying a Greek salad for the first time. He picks out what he doesn't like, and enjoys the rest. So, dig into the talented team of Vardolos, Georgoulis, Stegers, and Dreyfuss, the beautiful Greek scenery, and the Greek way of life. The rest of the salad flat dialogue and stereotypical characters leave for the kitchen help to dispose of.
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