Mon beau-père et nous

Greg Focker (Ben Stiller) is more successful, and drug rep Andi Garcia (Jessica Alba) is proving to be a beautiful temptation. Jack (Robert De Niro) is distressed after Dr Bob left Debra and he has a heart attack. Jack decides to anoint Greg as the Godfocker. However, the return of Kevin (Owen Wilson) and the beautiful Andi leads to misunderstandings, doubts, and conflict.

This movie suffers from a lack of funny gags. The cat is barely here. The kids don't add much comedy. Jessica Alba is hot, but her character should be a lot more funnier. The movie needs it. The only saving grace is the family relationships. And in this one, I like Greg a lot more. It's like a get together with old friends but the new material isn't working. There is only so much that De Niro can do with his stink eyes.

I also don't understand the title. I assumed this was more about the kids. Instead the kids add little more. The better title would be 'The Godfocker'.

Little Fockers is the third outing of the dysfunctional family dynamics of the Fockers and the Byrnes .

We know by now the premise of the movies, Greg (Ben Stiller) trying his hardest to live up to his father in law Jack's (Robert Deniro) high standards ,well the same rule applies in 'Little Fockers' except with a slight twist ,with Jacks failing health Greg is next in line to fill Jacks shoes so to speak and become the 'GodFocker' ,the man of the house ,ready and willing to take care of the family.

But ,with slight financial problems and Gregs habit for getting himself into uncompromising positions ,it is only a matter of time until Jack is again suspect of his son in law and his plans for his beloved daughter Pam.

The calibre of Actor on show is astounding and i would have to say in my own opinion there star quality carries the movie ,the story line is weak and seem a little unstructured ,it all feels a little rushed.

So to wrap it up ,i am a personal fan of the 'Meet the Parents' movies,i have enjoyed the characters and the laughs they bring, but the second movie {meet the Fockers} never quite lived up to the first movie and third movie doesn't live up to either ,it is an average film made slightly better by the sheer calibre of the Actor on screen .

6/10

Little Fockers is the third in a series of films that star Robert De Niro, Ben Stiller & Teri Polo. First, Greg met Jack, his girlfriend Pam's dad, then Jack meant Greg's parents. Now, a random assortment of jokes have been compiled with no real plot or point. That being said, for a movie like this, this is not a bad thing. Little Fockers is like leftover cake, it feels similar and you know it's bad for you, but you just can't help but enjoy it when you're eating it. The movie consists of a set up of jokes that never stop, some funny, some bland, some in between. By far my favorite thing about these movies is Robert De Niro as Jack, Pam's father. De Niro is hilarious and does not care what other people think of him on screen. Of course, seeing both De Niro and Dustin Hoffman as Bernie, Greg's father. Two great actors such as De Niro and Hoffman sharing the screen together is just magical, no matter how stupid the movie is. The whole cast plays well off of each other and it makes for quite a funny movie. Overall, Little Fockers is a fun time at the movies regardless of how stupid it is and I think if you don't mind some stupid with your comedy, then you should definitely check it out.

Though 'Little Fockers (2010)' is clearly the worst in its series, it certainly isn't as bad as it seems most people perceive it to be (one reviewer even signalled it as a "depressing experience" that evokes an "overpowering sense of sadness"). Sure, it's contrived and derivative. However, it's also relatively fun. It's an easy-going comedy that provides a cast of charismatic characters, a heap of misunderstandings and a handful of chuckles. There may not all that much to say about the feature, but that doesn't mean it's bad. It's enjoyable and well-paced, an amiable way to pass the time. Fans of the previous two films ought to be entertained, even if it is a step down. 6/10

Quality comedies -- if they go beyond one sequel -- never come in threes. In the case of "Little Fockers," three's a Focking mess. But we asked for it; "Meet the Fockers" ranks as the highest-grossing live-action comedy in the U.S., so regardless of quality, we were going to get whatever studios served us. And sure enough, "Little Fockers" cooks up tired modern gags, basically forgetting that the last decade of comedy (including its two predecessors) ever existed and that we could be won over by open mentions of sex (ooh!) and recycled dick drug gags. It's several years later and Greg and Pam Focker (Ben Stiller and Teri Polo) live in Chicago with their twins, Henry and Samantha. Grandpa Jack Byrnes (De Niro) has grown concerned over the Byrnes family legacy as he's been having some heart issues lately and his first son-in- law, Dr. Bob, has failed him after having an affair and getting a divorce. As such, before he and wife Dina (Blythe Danner) arrive for the twins' birthday, he tells Greg that he's ready to pass the torch to Greg, who's eager but still scared about winning Jack's full approval and becoming "The Godfocker." The film focuses on Jack and Greg again, as expected, so among other faults, the title "Little Fockers" is misleading. The kids are hardly in the picture expect for cheap jokes and they're neither cute nor talented. In a family dinner scene where Greg (with "Godfather" music in the background) commands that Henry eat his lasagna, Henry succumbs but then spews vomit all over his father. Whenever the film seems to breeze about with a bit more of a sense of humor, a tasteless joke shoots in that prompts us to do the same. Contrivances and predictable story lines litter "Fockers" and damper the occasional moments of humor. The familiarity we have with Greg and Jack helps create that humor and some clever jokes actually do exist, but the script leans on typical "misunderstanding" plot devices, most of which were ironically used most effectively in "Meet the Parents" and "Meet the Fockers." The whole idea of "if they worked once they'll work again" does not apply. The "twists" of this film are set up so conspicuously that as they unfold, it's like you know what happens because you've seen it before. And you likely have, because there was probably something similar in it from a previous "Focker" film. Outside of Jack spying on Greg, who tries to keep it a secret that he's trying to make extra cash by pushing a new erectile dysfunction drug for a gorgeous drug rep (Jessica Alba), all the side characters and plots are garbage. Owen Wilson returns as Kevin and the running joke other than him being some rich worldly hippie is that he's in love with Pam, which never amounts to anything. Alba over-ditzifies her part, which should have been played by a nameless attractive woman, proving she has no idea how to shake her type. Even Bernie and Roz Focker (Hoffman and Streisand) are out of place, squeezed in to appease the audience who expects them to show up. It's actually unfortunate, because neither of them totally overdo their part or annoy us with the fact that despite the same thing happening for the third film in a row now, no one's learned their lesson. Greg actually catches Jack spying on him on the train and after eight years of knowing each other, Greg doesn't confront him. Sure this was for the sake of keeping the tension up, but at some point you can't keep milking the same goat, or cow, or cat. Yes, Jinxie returns, also with a convenient line of dialogue from Wilson who says "I had her brought in town for you when I heard about your heart," just to set up another pet mischief joke that's completely out of place at the end of the film. Basically, we're Focking tired. "Little Fockers" is simply another example of a movie concept that's run its course and should have never gone beyond two films and only did because of the money. In a sense, there should be no surprises here. Then again, attempted jokes such as young Henry randomly asking if girls poop from their vaginas at the dinner table, could have been replaced with something more thoughtful -- and tasteful. ~Steven C