THE FOOD WAS GOOD BUT THE conversation took a slight detour while we were eating. I had been invited over to a friend’s house for dinner. Of course, I brought a dessert with me, and it was a good thing since their kids had come over to join us. During the meal, I commented on one of the platters that had been placed on the dining room table. It looked like a platter my family used when company came over. I asked about its origins and was told it was part of a dinner set that was handed down from my friend’s great grandmother. I was immediately impressed that something so “old” had been carefully taken care of for all these years, since it looked so good. Plus, I loved that my friend had an appreciation for family heirlooms. I have in my possession a silver wine cup that came from my great, great grandfather who only used it on holidays. During the conversation, my friend turned to their two children and asked if either of them would like it. Both did not even pause to think about it before saying no. I did not say a word but thought it would be sad if the platter wound up in the trash heap or found its way to a garage sale or resale shop. I could see the disappointment on my friend’s face, so much for family history.      I DO NOT REMEMBER WHEN MY interest in family history, heirlooms and such took on a level of importance; I enjoy learning about my ancestors and appreciate whatever small things they may have left behind for future generations to house and protect. For example, I have a framed photo hanging on a wall of my great, great, great grandmother who was alive when Napoleon invaded Russia. When guests are over and I explain the image to them, they each cannot get over the idea that this old frail woman dressed in a dark, floor length drab dress with a plain scarf tied around her head witnessed such history as a small child and that I am related to her. I ask you; how many people know what their great, great, great grandmother looks like? I feel if we can get some understanding about those who came before us, it will help us on our life’s path forward. Presently, I am debating how best I can distribute old photos I have of my relatives when they and their families were quite young. It is this idea of passing down a person’s history that I found so charming in this dramatic, comedy romance.      WANTING TO FULFILL THEIR DECEASED FATHER’S wish to pass down his personal journal to his childhood friends, his children plan a trip to their father’s homeland, that will correspond with a family reunion. The problem will be how to track down these friends from a long, long time ago. With Nia Vardalos (I Hate Valentine’s Day, The Curse of Bridge Hollow) as Toula, John Corbett (The Messengers, The Silence) as Ian, Louis Mandylor (The Debt Collector, As Good as Dead) as Nick, Elena Kampouris (Before I Fall, Summer Night) as Paris and Andrea Martin (Black Christmas, The Good Fight-TV) as Aunt Voula; this sequel did not offer much to maintain my interest. The only two highlights were Andrea Martin’s performance and the beautiful scenery filmed in Greece. I did not find anything funny and thought there was zero-character development for most of the cast. The direction was poor because it felt like I was watching a series of vignettes. For the most part everything being done was predictable to the point where I was bored. I am afraid this movie would be something one does not want to hand down to a younger generation.

1 ¾ stars