Little Fockers Reviews
How do you top Ms. Streisand and Mr. Hoffman playing at being the happy, sexy hippie couple for easy jokes? You don't. Apparently, you don't even try, as is evident from the new movie's lack of wit and surplus of lazy scenes.
Little Fockers packs in all the cynicism and laziness of a tired franchise's third chapter. It's the drive-through version of comfort food, comedy by repetition and indigestion.
De Niro suffers most of the head-banging indignities in "Little Fockers." The more he throws himself into the reaction shots and the mugging, the more you wonder if he's really having a good time with this desperate material.
The jokes are a bit randy, the situations and characters familiar, the touching moments false but fitting. It's all as formulaic as weak egg nog, but it goes down just as easy. Let's hope all involved spend their paychecks wisely.