Limacher Trashes Little Fockers
Limacher Low Down- Little Fockers is the third and hopefully FINAL installment of the Meet the Parents franchise. I will be honest here and say that I had my reservations about them deciding to make a third movie, but had high hopes that it would be done well. I was BEYOND let down and am scheduling my lobotomy to remove the memory from this EPIC FAIL of a movie. Everyone who had a part in making this movie apparently decided to piss down my leg and tell me it was raining. This was beyond horrifically bad, and I would ask you to go speeding away from the box office if you plan on seeing this piece of shit! If you REALLY want to see this movie, rent or watch your copy of Meet the Parents and imagine a scenario w/ Greg and Pam being married with children. It will not only be funnier, it will also save you money and time in the end!
Little Fockers starts off with us meeting the new Focker family with Greg (Ben Stiller) Pam (Teri Polo) and their twins Samantha (Daisy Tahan) and Henry (Colin Baiocchi). Sam isn’t talking to Greg, and the Focker house is being renovated. Greg is reduced to a hospital bureaucrat and is now the Head Nurse of operations at the hospital and is constantly taking meetings and overseeing the everyday workings of the hospital. But it isn’t all boring, he has to endure one pharmaceutical rep named Andi Garcia (Jessica Alba) who is attempting to have Greg become a spokesperson for a new Erectile Dysfunction drug.
We fast forward to the Byrnes household to learn that Pam’s sister is getting a divorce and Jack (Robert DeNiro) and Dina (Blythe Danner) are dealing with this fact in different ways. Dina is on her way to comfort the newly divorced member of the Byrnes clan, and while away Jack decides to call Greg and decry to him the honor of being the person to take over for Jack as the head of the family when Jack’s time has come. The cheap attempt for a laugh at Greg being named the Godfocker was lost on me, and wasn’t funny; in fact for people who enjoyed the Godfather movies it was downright painful.
Greg and Pam get a Skype call from their old friend Kevin Rawley (Owen Wilson) who is calling to alert the Fockers that he is on his way to celebrate the twins’ birthday, and to also seek romantic advice from Greg. Greg calls his parents Roz Focker (Barbara Streisand) and Bernie Focker (Dustin Hoffman) to check up and see when they will be arriving for the birthday party. Roz tells Greg that Bernie is in Spain seeking to learn how to Flamenco dance and is suffering from manopause. We also learn from Bernie that the reason he is doing this is because Roz now has her own Oprah style sex talk show, and needs to find something that makes him feel more important. (I believe that Hoffman and Streisand read the script and knew how TERRIBLE this movie was going to be and wanted to limit their screen time to as little as possible!) Next we see the family receiving a call from Jack and Dina to alert the family that they are on their way to the house, and the true shit storm is about to begin!
This is the point where the movie goes back into the Meet the Parents phase and Greg constantly gets into deeper shit with Jack no matter how much he attempts to be a good guy. It begins with Kevin arriving at the Focker’s and alerts everyone that he is once again single thanks to the advice of Greg. Next Greg goes to see how the renovations on his house are coming and meets up with his contractor Randy Weir (Harvey Keitel) and discovers that everything is going slower than should. Jack and Kevin arrive on the scene and this leads to a series of events that can be seen coming from a mile away.
The scenes involving the children seem forced and tend to make the viewer believe that one is the major focus of the movie and the other is just there so they can have Focker twins.
As in every movie in this trilogy, the perils for Greg are seemingly endless. I will admit this movie also seemed endless. The attempt to add different things that could go wrong and wasted attempts at humor were lost on me. Everything put together seemed forced and off putting at best. I was never so happy to see credits roll at a movie that was deemed to be a “comedy” and at most I chuckled once. I enjoy sophomoric humor and Little Fockers attempts at it were just bad. I have only left a theater once, and since I wanted to provide a review for this movie I stayed and endured so others won’t have to. After watching this movie I can officially say FUCK THE FOCKERS!
