Meet the Fockers: Critic Reviews

Why would you want to meet such a blowsy, bawdy, shticky crew in a low-comedy sequel to Meet the Parents? Two reasons only: Barbra Streisand and Dustin Hoffman.

Because no good joke in Hollywood goes untold again ... and again, the mixed-couple setup receives another extended workout in this modestly amusing sequel.

A silly good time.

Don't even rent the DVD, it'll only encourage them.

A negligible product content to stoop for the easy laughs and the easy money.

A resolutely average sequel, several subbasements below the first film in both comic inspiration and energy.

De Niro's brilliantly economical expression of utter revulsion somehow never stops being funny.

Meet the Fockers, a sluggish sequel to the anarchic domestic comedy Meet the Parents, is one visit too many.

Director Jay Roach gives the film no visual distinction whatsoever but packs on the jokes with tireless bustle.

This sequel to 2000's Meet the Parents knows that its audience expects a symphony of outrageousness. Anyone who resists is pummeled into submission by the sheer pace and volume of the comic antics.

It is Beavis and Butt-head rewriting The In-Laws, only the scripts for Beavis were much smarter.

The movie is pleasant enough, but never quite reaches critical mass as a comedy.

Though it's good to see [Stiller] back in his stumbling, bumbling element, it's a bummer to see his element wasted in such stumbling, bumbling gags.

A weary retread without a fraction of the inventiveness that sparked the original.

Meet the Fockers is not a movie for the ages; it's a movie for a few good laughs.

Often-uproarious.

Very often vulgar and tasteless, and though there are some unexpected bursts of humor and even charm in the proceedings, it's light years away from Chekhov.

A vulgar farce that isn't remotely amusing.

The gap between the first and second installments isn't as gaping as with, for instance, Analyze This and Analyze That, but the laughs Fockers generates are the type you feel embarrassed about almost immediately afterward.

A sloppy and not-funny- enough sequel to Meet the Parents.

Meet the Fockers is as tacky as its title, as crass as a kid learning his first cuss word.

The family is bigger, but the laughs aren't.

There is some fun in watching the veterans mix it up -- De Niro, who looks like he wants to fade into the scenery, Streisand, who tries to eat it -- but nothing is well developed here.

Could have been much funnier than it is.

From the start the jokes are on a different level than the last one: coarse, aggressive, and poorly timed by director Jay Roach.