Meet the Fockers
This is even better than the last one, you got four titans duking it out in the acting department. Maybe I’m the shmuck for never having seen any Streisand film. Licorice Pizza coming up.
Gaylord Focker, her future wife Pamela Martha Fucker (try saying it out loud). Their cousin Dom Focker and his sons, Horny and Randy. All the possible puns you can get.
Besides the lower class aristos from upstate New York, we also got the ageing hippies from The Villages. When the immovable shield of a former spook and his housewife, meets the unstoppable sword of a sex therapist and her stay-at-home husband, this is what happens.
The plot really is the weakest link. Like the last time, this is tried and true formula, masterfully executed. Escalating situations until a breaking point, then a “twist” for some reflections, then the characters switch personalities for a little while so we can get a nice closure, with a bow and all, leaving same sequel hooks.
“Honk if you ♥️ Hillary” is a crazy bumper sticker for 2004.
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