Little Fockers Review
I hate myself for saying this, but I enjoyed watching Little Fockers. No, this sequel to Meet the Parents and Meet the Fockers is not a good movie. It's shouldn't even exist, and is well expired past the franchises' relevance. It's boorish, panders to the lowest common denominator, and exemplifies all that is wrong with popular comedies. The humor is gross and over the top, and Robert DeNiro's shtick as the father-in-law from hell is overdone. But gosh-diddly-darn, this stupid and unnecessary film made me laugh, and in the coldest time of the year, that can be okay.
Little Fockers is your basic father-in-law disaster comedy. Greg (né Gaylord) Focker (Ben Stiller) has stumbled his way through two movies, and is happily married with a set of twins now approaching five. His wife Pam (Teri Polo) is great, his mother-in-law Dina (Blyth Danner) is lovely, and everything is fine and dandy, except for the force that is Jack Byrnes (Robert De Niro), Greg's father-in-law. Jack is an insane, militaristic, and distrusting guy, never giving Greg his due husband or father. Anyone who has seen Meet the Parents or Meet the Fockers will have no surprises here. It's the same old song and dance, and not only does Little Fockers repeat many of the same jokes from the previous films in the franchise, it practically refuses to find new ones.
The plot, of what there is, follows the Focker family as they plan the fifth birthday of twins Sam and Henry. The elder Fockers and the Byrnes families are coming together to celebrate this important time amidst serious family crisis: Pam's brother-in-law, former golden boy Bob, has abandoned his wife. This doesn't sit well with Jack, who turns to Greg to become the “God Focker” and future patriarch of the family. Further complications arise from the beautiful Andi Garcia (Jessica Alba), who is as ditzy and innocently conniving as she is beautiful, strolls into Greg's office, wanting Greg to become the face of her company's erectile dysfunction medication. I'm sure you can guess what jokes will come from that. Finally, Owen Wilson returns as Greg and Pam's friend Kevin, a rich, well-meaning airhead who is the exact same character Wilson plays in nearly every other comedy he appears in.
All in all, the jokes are either physical, based upon stupid misunderstandings, or resulting from Jack's compulsive distrust. In other words, it is exactly the same as the previous Meet the Parents films. It's not that film isn't funny, it's just that it's funny to those with a predisposition to bawdy humor and slapstick. Ha ha ha, a truck load of sand is dumped upon Jack. Ha ha ha, Jack stalks Greg, and in a wacky misunderstanding, thinks Greg is having an affair with Garcia. Ha ha ha ha. The jokes are stupid, they aren't original, and, irritatingly, they still made me laugh.
I'll admit it: I was entertained by Little Fockers, and I hate myself because of it. Hell, every time I write the word “Focker” I giggle to myself like a 14 year-old boy. Focker Focker Focker. Clearly, I have some maturation issues of my own, and anyone who shares my predisposition would probably find some entertainment out of this turd of a film.
Don't see Little Fockers thinking you'll walk into a provocative comedy. Walk in to see Owen Wilson act like a stupid tool, for Jessica Alba to swallow erectile dysfunction medication, and for Ben Stiller to be the hapless fool he's played for three films. It's like comedic pablum: you know exactly what you're going to get. Considering Little Fockers timely release in time for Christmas, it may very well be the perfect escape from your own holiday insanity. Just don't think you'll be a better person because of it.