John Beckwith and Jeremy Grey, a pair of committed womanizers who sneak into weddings to take advantage of the romantic tinge in the air, find themselves at odds with one another when John meets and falls for Claire Cleary.
Having given permission to male nurse Greg Focker to marry his daughter, ex-CIA man Jack Byrnes and his wife travel to Miami to Greg's parents, who this time around are Mr. and Mrs. Focker, who are as different from them as can be. As asked in the first movie, what sort of people name their son Gaylord M. Focker? Written by
James Brolin was originally approached for the role of Bernie but turned it down. When director Jay Roach went to approach Dustin Hoffman for the role, Hoffman was talking non-stop and even out of the point which made him the instant choice for Bernie. See more »
When Greg is by the awards that Roz and Bernie have displayed for him in the kitchen (Bernie is at the island in the kitchen), the name on the plaque is clearly spelled Gaylorck Focker instead of Gaylord Focker. See more »
[holding up a card of a female nurse, Little Jack laughing]
Sorry, Greg. It only comes in one gender.
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During the credits, Jack is seen watching the tapings of his secret camera, this was also done in the first movie when he watched Greg, this time he sees all of the Fockers in the camera. Also, this time, Greg realizes he's on-camera, and he has some fun at Jack's expense before revealing he's onto the surveillance. See more »
I haven't seen the original ("Meet The Family") and so came to all these characters afresh, which I appreciate probably wasn't the case for most of its viewers. On the strength of this, would I go back and watch its predecessor, well, maybe...
This movie is a strange mix of the infantile and mildly prurient, the producers possibly hoping that the mix comes together with a "family movie" at its centre although for me I saw the swings between these two extremes as far too obvious, not to say crude. I mean all that stuff about Barbra Streisand's sex-therapy teachings, humping pets and De Niro's artificial boob, plus the not-even-funny-the-first-time play on words on the title family's name.
Of the big star talent on show, I actually liked Hoffman and Streisand's turns as Stiller's touchy-feely (and then some!) parents, both having a romp with their crazy characters. Unfortunately De Niro (like Meryl Streep) only really has one comedic mode, the same grizzly sourpuss he initiated in "Analyze This" - you suspect that Hoffman could have played his part but not the other way round. Stiller straight-mans it for all he's worth - he's a likable enough actor, as is his hapless character, but even without knowing much about his other screen roles, he seems to be in the same comedic typecast cul-de-sac of the likes of Jim Carrey or worse Adam Sandler.
The narrative is paper-thin and seems to move along a plot-line of placing each character in the most embarrassing situation, usually with sexual connotations) especially Stiller's. And, sorry, movies which rely on babies or pets (or both) for cheap laughs just don't work for me.
No, Hoffman and Streisand apart, this movie barely left an impression on me and thankfully Ben doesn't seem to have seen fit to add another sequel to this particular series, thus sparing us the likes of Al Pacino and Julie Andrews as a psychopathic uncle and prim and proper aunt...
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