Directed by: Paul Weitz
Starring: Ben Stiller, Robert DeNiro, Owen Wilson, Dustin Hoffman, Barbra Streisand
Little Fockers is the rubber match in a trilogy that produced a not-so-good comedy and a slightly better one so far. Despite virtually everyone I know disagreeing with me, I found Meet The Parents to be a one-joke comedy with the one joke told over and over in different ways. Meet The Fockers was more successful because the Fockers were crazy but lovable and gave Robert DeNiro someone else to play off of. It was better, not necessarily great.
Now, we have Little Fockers, which really isn't about the grandchildren at all, but just one more attempt to stuff ninety minutes of gross-out humor, erections gone awry, and of course myriad misunderstandings into an ungainly package. It has one or two chuckles, but slinks away almost undetected and unremembered by the brain. Most of the cast appears to be phoning it in, and some do it literally. I think enough comic juice has been squeezed from the franchise.
I sincerely doubt we'll see a fourth installment, even though the film does try to hint at one. Making a fourth Fockers film would be like the party guest who just won't leave even though the host is shutting off the lights to go to bed.
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