Is the existence of the Fockers franchise the most depressing indicator of American cultural decline today? The evidence is at least nominally persuasive:
Everything about these flicks is just poisonously unfunny—there isn't even guilty, dumb pleasure, a "I can't believe I laughed at that, but man was it funny" element to the proceedings. And yet, it's here. It's continuing. If the Fockers keep reproducing, we could be stuck with them forever, and I worry that Ben Stiller's grimness could become a genetic trait.