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Weekly Streisandicure: Meet the Fockers

April 10, 2010

just look him in the eye and simply shout, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Babs Flick: Meet the Fockers
Nail Polish Shade: Pure Ice – Electric (black jelly with silver microglitter)

Whenever confronted with a movie I have to watch – like for a blog post – but don’t want to watch I find it helps if I read a bunch of reviews in search for a deliciously catty way to frame my viewing. Such is the case with Meet the Fockers, which I have never felt a strong desire to see and even less since it is the sequel to a movie – Meet the Parents – I thought was okay for a boring Saturday afternoon, but really was only made watchable thanks in no small part to commentary provided by La Mommie.

I found this quip from Stylus Magazine:

The depressing Meet the Fockers was proof that these days Streisand scores hits when she plays to skeptics’ worst fears about what she really does in her private life.

but it wasn’t really catty enough. Reverent and hostile towards skeptics rather than the film I was fixing to waste the better part of two hours watching. Then I strolled over to Rotten Tomatoes which lists the film as having a 38% rating, placing it securely in the rotten category. I scrolled quickly through the page looking for signs of lulz.

Instead I got this:

Dustin Hoffman and Barbra Streisand are perfect as Greg’s parents, Bernie and Roz Focker. Both seem to have been waiting their whole careers to do unrestrained comedy, and they step into their roles with unparalleled enthusiasm.

As Greg’s father, Hoffman is a mensch. Bernie is the type of guy who would give you the disgusting, sweaty old shirt off his back whether you wanted it or not. Hoffman energizes every scene, whether he’s practicing Capoeira (an African-Brazilian form of martial arts), making love to Streisand, or attempting to save his rat terrier from being flushed down an RV’s toilet.

Streisand also bubbles as Greg’s mother. Roz is a sex therapist for the elderly. Her extremely perceptive nature causes her to pry into other people’s emotional secrets with the tenacity of Columbo. She is always sweet and concerned, but Roz’s affection is so overwhelming that she could nurture the bark off a tree.

by UJ Lessing at efilmcritic

This did not sound the hot butter fail alarm, but actually made the film seem potentially worth watching. Not unlike Electric, with its uninspired name and deceptively derivative appearance. How many black jellies with silver suspended glittery polish do we need? How many jokes as tired as coal miners and as stale as canned laughter must we endure?

Turns out there’s always room for more.

The film will not go down as a classic. Moreover, it simply would not go down at all – at least not willingly. The script is the locus of fail, with its over reliance on Jewish tropery and its inability to restrain itself from stomping the approximation of a joke into the ground. As a film enthusiast there is nothing so tedious as a horrible film that done worn out its welcome. Smelly as fish or house guests after three days, and like Connery in The Untouchable it needed a whole lot of shotgun blasts to take it down.

In contrast, Electric was gracious enough not to flaunt its underwhelming-ness, instead opting to dry quickly and sit quietly on my nails hoping against hope not to be noticed. Too bad, Meet the Fockers didn’t opt to do the same.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. hsofia permalink
    April 10, 2010 11:31 pm

    I did not like this movie (or the first one); however, I did like Barbra Streisand in it.

  2. April 11, 2010 1:29 pm

    Me too! I was really not expecting much and was not disappointment!

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