Film Third Time Isn't Always the Charm
Meet the Parents was one of the funniest movies I've seen in a long time. The jokes were quite well timed and interconnected, and the misunderstandings were very funny; my grandma even described it as "worse than Seinfeld." I know a lot of people remember the lie detector part the most, but the other parts were good too.
Meet the Fockers was a little more risque than the first one, what with Greg's parents' openness, but it was still enjoyable in its own way. The part where Little Jack's first word was "asshole" was especially funny for me because that happened in my own family, believe it or not, but that's another story for another time.
Little Fockers, sadly, fell on its rear. There were a few good jokes here and there, but it just wasn't as good as the first too. Plus I think it relied a little too much on sexual humor. Hopefully it'll be the last one in the line; I would add more, but I don't want to accidentally tempt fate.
So be sure to rent the first two when you get the chance; you won't regret it.
Film If you don't like Cringe Comedy, don't watch this. ANY of this.
What I said on the title is almost everything I can say about this.
This is probably a hell of a lot better written than your average episode of Seinfeld or Curb Your Enthusiasm, and everything, and that is everything, is good — from the music by Randy Newman on the first film (hell, "A Fool In Love" got an OSCAR NOMINATION) up to the perfect Meta exploitation of De Niro's career as "do-not-fuck-with-me-or-lie-to-me-if-you-wanna-keep-breathing" badasses — but if you can't stomach this at all, or if you have been having a bad day overall, then don't watch any films of this series.
Otherwise you are probably going to think that Greg should have punched Mr. Byrnes in the face a la... well, dunno, GoodFellas, maybe?... and gone back home, even if that meant walking back.
Greg Focker is Ben Stiller at his best, and at his most archetypical: poor bastard dragged into some issue and that can't fight back any better than being a Deadpan Snarker. The man deserves sainthood for the act of being in the same room as Jack Byrne for an extended period of time and only taking until the third film to actually start swinging.