If the previous movies in the Focker series seemed pointless, Little Fockers only plunges this story deeper into the abyss of embarrassingly low brow humor.
The main topic of jest: erectile dysfunction. So, if you’re looking for a movie to create tons of awkward moments for you and whoever agreed to be dragged into the theater with you, you’ve hit your gold mine. Every other scene had some ridiculous moment involving someone’s penis. No, thanks.
The new characters thrown into the family mix to spice things up can’t save the film. Jessica Alba plays a young, hip pharmaceutical salesperson whose primary role in the movie is to annoy and aggravate everyone with whom she comes into contact. She’s the stereotypical teenybopper airhead, greeting Ben Stiller’s character with “Hey, superstar!” and a series of annoyingly affectionate gestures. The sexual tension and stupid persona get old very quickly.
Robert De Niro has some parts that just left me either scratching my head or sighing, wondering just how much they had to pay him to do all the embarrassing things in Little Fockers. His character maintains the skeptical, CIA-trained exterior, keeping all eyes on Ben Stiller. Add in some more ED humor, and you’ve got yourself a horrible movie.
Stiller’s family was the expected hippie, happy-go-lucky, trying-to-stay-cool couple. The mother runs a talk show about sex, and the father has taken a crazy adventure to learn Flamenco-style dancing. You’d think names like Dustin Hoffman and Barbra Streisand would have added better things to this movie, but it’s still lacking a lot.
Owen Wilson’s appearance didn’t help any. I’m already not a huge fan considering his characters have little variability from movie to movie (although the same can be said for many actors). If you didn’t guess it already, Wilson’s role is the character that upstages Stiller in every way, all the while remaining calm, cool, and collected… and rich. Stiller’s two five-year-old kids are having a birthday party, and during Wilson’s free time between volunteering at the local soup kitchen, his character takes part in throwing them the most lavish birthday party of the century complete with acrobatics, huge statues of the twins’ faces, and a setting that could have been filmed at Jacko’s Neverland Ranch.
The worst part is that the ending definitely alludes to a sequel. Expect more low brow comedy in the future.
I only laughed a couple times during the movie, and none of the jokes were anything you had to put much thought into. It was either slapstick or just based on sex, neither of which take much outside information to get. Maybe I was just expecting too much, but Little Fockers was just a waste of money. I wouldn’t have watched it for free on TV, and I regret potentially funding another Focker-related film. Enough with the regurgitated theme! I think it’s time this series bowed out semi-gracefully and ended.