Meet the Parents scored a few laughs in 2000 and even managed to win over critics with DeNiro’s hard character shell gradually softening up in a holiday comedy. But with success in the comedy world comes the sequel and critics hated the overplayed extension of the characters they loved the first time around. And again, dragging what’s left of it through the mud, this third installment uses the Focker name that the writers can’t seem to get enough of. Any part three to a comedy is a death wish; these jokes, which have been recycled for ten years now, are as stale as the careers of the actors playing them. Stiller and DeNiro have found zero success in their recent films and this desperate attempt to revive those once mildly funny characters is painful to watch.

With two five year old kids to take care of, the Focker household is more chaotic than ever. Greg (Stiller) is now a high ranking nurse and nosy father-in-law Jack (DeNiro) is obsessing over the recent separation of his other daughter. Now Jack wants to put his full hope in Greg, calling him the 'godfocker' of the family. Kevin (Wilson) has returned from a failed engagement and once again Greg fears he is making a move on his wife (Polo) and results to ridiculous stunts to prove he is still the right choice.

I tried to count how many times they said “Focker” and used it in a perverted way, but I lost count. It's interesting how the entire film seems to be written around that stupid joke that was only funny the first time we heard it in the trailer for the second film. Stiller and DeNiro run the same gamut of jokes and escapades we saw in the previous films; no new material, just heated leftovers. Alba, a new addition, does manage to play a more annoying character than Stiller, but her role as the slutty pharmaceutical rep is just to add some running time and a pretty face.

I didn’t laugh once, although the film had some overly outrageous scenes that had the audience howling (but people who enjoy these movies laugh at anything). There is a vomit scene at the dinner table (as if that hasn’t been done a hundred times). The vomiting here isn’t nearly the creative type vomit we saw in Drag Me to Hell, if you want to compare vomits. Terri Polo, whose career is as dried up as Dustin Hoffman’s skin, is nothing more than a dead weight in the sea of Golden Globe nominated has-been actors. As you might expect, the plot follows the same pattern as the previous two films: never changing, uninspired and thoroughly boring.

    Final Thought – I would rather watch paint dry.

Grade D+

By: Dustin Chase W.

Editor: Michael B. Woody