I too have heard that little voice telling me I must not be unappreciative of these nice people who work so hard to entertain me. For me, it's precisely the mushy, unspecific quality of Blumberg's screenplay, and its determined effort not to hurt anybody's feelings, that is most offensive of all. Some other time. The two religions are treated with a benign stupidity that is supposed to signal respect, as if they were adjacent departments in the spirituality mall that sold slightly different brands of the same product and made no serious demands on their adherents. The Irish drink.
Jewish daughters are pushy, horny prima donnas.
The Irish, um, drink. If the shtick is applied a little thicker to Jews than to Catholics, that's only because Blumberg seems to know nothing whatsoever about Catholic faith and mores. We must work to forgive and forget. Let the healing begin. In the name of Alan Hale and Hayley Mills and Bronson Pinchot, go in peace.