There are days I pray fervently for war. Real war – not the unmentionable psuedo-war we don’t actually believe we’re in right now – but the old fashioned, total mobilization, civilizational effort sort of war. A good, proper war would do much to rid the world of the peculiar species of half-queer, 90s pansy man exemplified by the likes of Jerry Seinfeld and Ben Stiller.
Watching nearly two hours of Ben Stiller whinging his way across the screen is not exactly my idea of a good time. I will admit I got a couple of full-on belly laughs, generally at the antics of Dustin Hoffman and Bobby DeNiro. But Barbra “No extra A please, I’m Jewish” Fecking Streisand! God Damn It!
Streisand and Stiller.
Feck.
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