The story was done after the first one. It had been told. Sometimes, “happily ever after” is enough. Except in Hollywood, where “happily ever after” leaves the door open for a sequel. And another. And another. See also: Shrek.
Here, we get to meet Ben Stiller’s parents, who were broadly drawn Jewish characters who couldn’t even be redeemed by Barbara Streisand and Dustin Hoffman’s performances. The fact that Robert De Niro hopped on board for this one and its sequel, Little Fockers (ugh) makes me more upset than the fact that this film grossed over a quarter-billion dollars in the US alone.
Remember all those edgy guys on Saturday Night Live? They suck now! And they teamed up with Kevin James for reasons indeterminate! Did they have some studio obligation a la The Godfather, where they couldn’t get out of this? Granted Rob Schneider, Chris Rock, David Spade, and Adam Sandler had waved goodbye to their artistic credibility a long time ago, so I hope these buddies had a better time making the film than we did watching it.
“Oh wow! They’re all peeing in a pool! Neat!”
Game Over is a bit of a misnomer, though it did take the studio a whopping eight years to follow this one up with Spy Kids: All the Time in the World. This film had the dubious distinction of being a 3-D film well before the technology was in place to make it enjoyable. Of course, that only really matters to adults, as kids just like the glasses. Robert Rodriquez may have undone all his El Mariachi, Desperado, and Once Upon a Time in Mexico goodwill with this one, which, by my accounting, puts him in the red after Machete.