De Niro + Hoffman + Streisand = Migraine

Rating: 4/10 (9 January 2005)

Having just been disappointed with the sequel "Ocean's 12", and, surviving another holiday season with family, two hours of 'Focking' bickering, arguing and angst had my head aching and stomach in knots. De Niro's despotic role as an ex-CIA agent was void of humor, and made me wonder who would entrust a darling child, Little Jack, into the care of this psycho. Streisand's in-your-face sex therapist, while cute at first, wore thin rapidly. Hoffman looked great, and had a couple of cute scenes, but like his on-screen wife, he too made me weary. Danner seemed intoxicated throughout the mess of a movie, and what was director Jay Roach thinking when he left in the scenes with the truth serum and the sub-plot about the illegitimate son? Stupid, degrading and not funny. Stiller, the butt of attack from the entire cast, including Little Jack, was able to project his stress and anguish directly to my digestive tract. With apologies to the rubes who audibly gasped when the baby picked up a container of glue, and roared whenever someone fell down, I give this movie a solid 4 out of 10.