Meet the Fockers
Had been to this movie past Saturday evening with my cousin. There were two very good things about this movie. One, PVR. Two, a regular-size cup masala corn and Pepsi during the interval.
Meet the Fockers. The movie could rather have been named Meet the Fuckers. Believe me, it would still have made perfect sense! Greg Focker (Ben Stiller) is engaged to his girlfriend, Pam Byrnes (Teri Polo). Before they could plan anything about wedding Pam’s father, Jack (Robert De Niro) would meet Greg’s parents (Dustin Hoffman and Barbara Streisand) who lead a laid back Florida Keys lifestyle.
The movie opens with a characteristic mocking of Greg, delivering a baby for a woman. Greg is a registered nurse. The Fockers isle is more of an island off the coast of Pluto rather than something on the earth for Jack, a retired CIA Officer and a tech-savvy, modernized technocratic grandpa. Jack and his wife (Blythe Danner) move in their caravan along with Greg and Pam to spend a weekend with the Fockers, an amateur martial arts expert father and a sex therapist mother who helps old people rediscover their charm of sex life. And all hell breaks lose!
But original humor is what makes for good comedy, not the secondhand gags that this movie pulls. A lot of stuff is borrowed from the prequel Parents. Amid all the confusion that ensues Pam says she’s pregnant but would not reveal it to her obsessive father until after their marriage. The movie proceeds with a painful streak of forced comedy with the Fockers showing off their stuff, kissing and cuddling their 34 year old son as though he were just born and seem like having an orgasm every moment they touch each other. Much to the irritation of Jack, who is hell-bent in knocking the stuff out of this rubbish. The eccentric mannerisms and the dire lack of etiquette of the Fockers makes him turn against the marriage of his daughter. Then, Greg reveals Pam is pregnant.
The movie ends with an inevitable happy ending, with Jack giving in to the marriage and also ending up to the lures of the sex therapist, rediscovering his own lost passions with his wife.
Not the kind of comedy that will remain in memory for longer than the duration of the movie, but nevertheless a reasonable object to kill time in the weekend.
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Meet the Fockers. The movie could rather have been named Meet the Fuckers. Believe me, it would still have made perfect sense! Greg Focker (Ben Stiller) is engaged to his girlfriend, Pam Byrnes (Teri Polo). Before they could plan anything about wedding Pam’s father, Jack (Robert De Niro) would meet Greg’s parents (Dustin Hoffman and Barbara Streisand) who lead a laid back Florida Keys lifestyle.
The movie opens with a characteristic mocking of Greg, delivering a baby for a woman. Greg is a registered nurse. The Fockers isle is more of an island off the coast of Pluto rather than something on the earth for Jack, a retired CIA Officer and a tech-savvy, modernized technocratic grandpa. Jack and his wife (Blythe Danner) move in their caravan along with Greg and Pam to spend a weekend with the Fockers, an amateur martial arts expert father and a sex therapist mother who helps old people rediscover their charm of sex life. And all hell breaks lose!
But original humor is what makes for good comedy, not the secondhand gags that this movie pulls. A lot of stuff is borrowed from the prequel Parents. Amid all the confusion that ensues Pam says she’s pregnant but would not reveal it to her obsessive father until after their marriage. The movie proceeds with a painful streak of forced comedy with the Fockers showing off their stuff, kissing and cuddling their 34 year old son as though he were just born and seem like having an orgasm every moment they touch each other. Much to the irritation of Jack, who is hell-bent in knocking the stuff out of this rubbish. The eccentric mannerisms and the dire lack of etiquette of the Fockers makes him turn against the marriage of his daughter. Then, Greg reveals Pam is pregnant.
The movie ends with an inevitable happy ending, with Jack giving in to the marriage and also ending up to the lures of the sex therapist, rediscovering his own lost passions with his wife.
Not the kind of comedy that will remain in memory for longer than the duration of the movie, but nevertheless a reasonable object to kill time in the weekend.