#303: Little Fockers

Release Date: December 24th, 2010

Format: Streaming (Netflix)

Written by: John Hamburg and Larry Stuckey

Directed by: Paul Weitz

1 Star

I’ve done it. I’ve begrudgingly completed the Focker trilogy. 

Fock me this third film is pointless.

Well, not exactly pointless. There is a crude calculation that goes into a picture like this. Get the big stars back on board (it took $20 million each for Ben Stiller and Robert De Niro), put another several million into marketing it on every bus and billboard across the country, and then, most importantly, dump it into theaters around Christmas.

Little Fockers is exactly the type of movie to scoop up some apathetic box office cash from family members gathered for the holidays who can’t agree on which movie to watch at their local mall. I guess we can all go see that new Focker movie? 

That’s what the producers are banking on. 

I was surprised at the gross laziness of the movie. It just ambles along from one disgusting set piece to another. In the first twenty minutes I saw Jessica Alba shove a hose up a guy’s ass, a kid puke on Ben Stiller’s face, and a family dinner where blood is sprayed across the room. 

If there were actual jokes, or real subversion, Little Fockers might be interesting. But it’s just lazy sight gag after lazy sight gag. I can almost hear grandpa snoring in his seat when his family dragged him to this back in 2010.