Movie Review: “Little Fockers”

“Little Fockers” is possibly the last and certainly the least among the trio of comedies about the power struggle between a nebbishy male nurse and his menacing, control-freak father-in-law. It’s a desultory, patchwork affair — competently made, comfortably played, but lacking the heart and wit that characterized, in varying degrees, “Meet the Parents” and “Meet the Fockers.”

But oddly, this running out of gas seems less about a film series exhausting its supply of jokes than about something more organic and recognizably human. Gaylord “Greg” Focker (Ben Stiller) is an old married man, now — settled and successful in his career, a father of five year old twins. He’s lost his manic panic at dating a scary man’s daughter, his eye-bugging rage at being married into a family whose ex-CIA patriarch has everyone under his thumb. And Jack Byrnes (Robert DeNiro), having had a few mild heart events, has less energy to devote to tormenting the son-in-law.

The title of “Little Fockers” is misleading. It’s not about the tiny tykes, but about legacy, genealogy and who takes over that “head of the family” role that Jack has held and held over Greg. The question Jack has for Greg as he preps to move the family (Teri Polo is back as wife Pam) into a renovated house and celebrate his twins’ fifth birthday is “Are you ready to be the God Focker?”

And the problem is, aside from that line — milked for as many laughs as you’d expect — the whole set-up just isn’t very funny.

So writers John Hamburg and Larry Stuckey trot out more scenes with Pam’s rich and generous, surfing and swinging ex-beau, dully played by Owen Wilson.  Greg resents him because his kids call him “Papa Kev.” There’s a goofy, unfunny goombah contractor (Harvey Keitel), assorted scenes with Greg’s TV sex therapist Yenta-mom (Barbra Streisand) and dizzy dad (Dustin Hoffman, trying way too hard).

Jessica Alba shows up as a drug company rep with an eye and an enema for Greg — one funny scene has the ex-nurse drug rep helping Greg administer an enema to a patient, and needing a cigarette afterward. Laura Dern is the hippy-dippy head of the exclusive, over-achieving “The Early Human School.” And the kids deliver a few off-color cracks and a little projectile vomiting.

But the engine that drives these movies, the Stiller-DeNiro dynamic, sputters on the cheap gas in the tank. The misunderstandings (Is Greg cheating on Pam?), the awkward familiarity (“Are you still sexually attracted to my daughter?”) and the payoffs lack the pop director Jay Roach gave them in “Meet the Parents” and “Meet the Fockers.”

Paul Weitz (“Cirque du Freak,” “American Dreamz”) takes over as director, and the film shows all the signs of re-shoots and re-edits designed to bring in more characters and perhaps find a few more laughs. Weitz, as he proved in “About a Boy” and “In Good Company,” is better at making it real than at making it real funny.

See for Yourself
“Little Fockers”

Cast: Ben Stiller, Robert DeNiro, Jessica Alba, Owen Wilson, Barbra Streisand, Dustin Hoffman, Teri Polo

Director: Paul Weitz

Running time:  1 hour 37 minutes

Rating: PG-13 for mature sexual humor throughout, language and some drug content.

About Roger Moore

Movie Critic, formerly with McClatchy-Tribune News Service, Orlando Sentinel, published in Spin Magazine, The World and now published here, Orlando Magazine, Autoweek Magazine
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