Little Fockers is not so bad it hurts, like an Uwe Boll flick. In fact, the audience laughed a ton at the new Ben Stiller sequel. But that's also what turned the experience into a prolonged "ugh" moment for me— seriously? People laugh at this?

Most of the jokes are typical gross-out stuff for the family set. For example: Greg Focker (Stiller) inserting a tube into a dude's ass. Greg's son (Colin Baiocchi) CGI- projectile-barfing on him. The same son later asking, "Can a girl poop from her vagina?"

Each one brought the house down.

One of the major plotlines is yet another threat to Greg and Pam's (Teri Polo, now looking like a wan Sigourney Weaver) relationship, this time in the form of Andi (Jessica Alba), a flirty pharma rep who wants Greg to be the pitchman for some boner pills. (Side note: The screenwriters seem to have written the Andi character by simply lifting stock frat-boy phrases and sticking them in the mouth of a hot woman.) Andi encourages Greg to root his pitch in a personal story, so he retells the tale of his father-in-law, Jack (Robert De Niro), from the franchise's first entry, Meet the Parents. During the credits, we finally see Jack watching Greg's speech on YouTube. No one skipped the credits. In fact, they may have laughed harder at the credits than anything else.

Oh, and good news—there are still infinite jokes possible with the franchise- making name Gaylord Focker.

This movie is quite forgettable, so let's boil it down to an equation of things I will remember: (the presence of Dustin Hoffman + Laura Dern's hair looking like Marsha's lady-mullet in Spaced + Alba's ass in lingerie) – (De Niro not even feigning interest + awful Harvey Keitel cameo + a black actor being told to shuck and jive his way through exaggerated humping motions behind Alba) = 0. Little Fockers is a zero, worthy of neither hatred nor praise.