The Focker family is back but they should have stayed.

From “Meet the Parents” and “Meet the Fockers” to “Little Fockers”, the continuous tongue-in-cheek titles attracted crowds expecting to get the same humor that the propaganda promised. But sadly, the best parts of the three movies have already been seen in trailers—a typical Hollywood money-sucking trick.

While the movie wasn’t as bad as the comments and rating were, I left the theater with the same feeling—I’m not really a fan of the Focker movies.

At the beginning of the movie, the audience was lead to believe that this film might actually be about the kids. Well, that didn’t last for long. It was the same story as the last two movies: the son-in-law trying to prove himself.

After ten strenuous years, Greg Focker (Ben Stiller) is finally gaining favor with his crazy father-in-law, Jack Byrnes (Robert DeNiro). After a few witty scenarios and a life-threatening heart attack scare, Jack appoints Greg as the next “Godfocker.” This is a huge turn-around from the last two movies, and now Greg has a huge responsibility.

It wasn’t long before Greg “messes up” in Jack’s eyes and all the drama breaks out when everyone is together at the kids’ birthday party. Here, the classic chaos of the first two movies is finally shown.

Although this movie was funny at some points and was a different story, it was by far the worst of the Focker trio.

There was a new director for the third movie, which could explain its disappointment for many. The movie was over-edited with less mistakes and less camera movements, which could have taken away from the collective audience laughs.

The first two witty movies hosted the expected craziness of meeting the in-laws and dealing with that stress in a very comical, relieving way. The third was a failed attempt to picture the family a few years down the road with kids.

It was predictable that in the end Greg and Jack become BFFs again and everything works out fine. Even though I felt like this movie was a waste of my time, it was nice to see that Ben Stiller still has his grove and that Robert DeNiro isn’t too old to play crazy.