With all these folks in the same movie, there are inevitably moments when Hoffman or Wilson get a laugh, but on the whole it’s the same again but weaker and with fewer good jokes. We’re too tired of the gag even to think of a ‘focker’ line to sign off the review.
Frequently amusing, elaborately contrived.
Little Fockers is such a disappointment.
The weakness is, predictably, the screenplay.
Everybody’s clearly in it for the money in a follow-up that, sporadic chuckles aside, proves the law of diminishing returns. Parents and Fockers director Jay Roach jumped ship at just the right time.
Little Fockers arrives long after you thought every last bit of sort-of comic juice had been wrung out of this franchise.
Maybe there'll be a fourth, or even a fifth. Then we'll really be focked.
10 years after the delights of Meet The Parents, the series crashes into terminal unfunniness with this third unwelcome instalment.
Robert De Niro is now doing knob gags. That focker will do anything for a paycheck.
It's funnier and less outlandish than the previous one (no battle-bus, no truth serum, not much Dustin and Barbra), but it lacks the universal premise that benefited both the first two films.
This deeply dislikable movie gives vulgarity a bad name.
Third time out for the Meet the Parents franchise, and it's all but impossible to suppress a groan.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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