Do you choke up with giggles when you remember that most men have penises? Do you guffaw with laughter when someone passes gas? Do you pay eight bucks to hear a couple play-on-words involving "f---" and see Jessica Alba in her underwear? If the answer to any of these is no, then don't see Little Fockers.
The sheer amount of talent in this third installment of the Meet the Parents series is intriguing, mostly in the sense of intriguing that occurs when we laugh in schadenfreude and say "What were they thinking?." Of course, it is also a bit infuriating considering 10% of Americans are unemployed and somebody (actually two somebodies) got payed more than you will make in a life-time for dictating a two-year-old's 90 minute potty-joke and then calling it a screenplay. Ben Stiller returns as Gaylord (don't think they are gonna miss a chance to make a joke on that name) Focker, or Greg as he is known to most everyone including his wife (Teri Polo), his father (Dustin Hoffman), his mother (Barbara Streissand), his old friend (Owen Wilson), and his mother-in-law (Blythe Danner). His father-in-law Jack Byrnes (Robert Da Niro), on the other hand, thinks his name-change is just another trick and spends his life (and his weakening heart) seeing if his suspicions that Greg is a cheating flake are true. Byrnes's suspicions seem to be coming true as Focker's coworker (Jessica Alba) becomes a bit too flirtatious. Written by Larry Stuckey and John Hamburg (the first two Focker-flicks), the movie is directed by Paul Weitz (American Pie, Cirque Du Freake).
There is a positive element in Fockers 3: the touching relationships between each couple. This is far to menial in a film that lacks any touches of true comedy and thus substitutes with Alba's breasts.
While it is still making tons of money, anyone who wants to save time and money should skip this utterly humorless and artistically empty threequel.
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