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Say it: Focker. Brilliant. Ben Stiller, who plays Gaylord—but everyone calls him Greg, except for his parents, who call him Gay—Focker, is, like, the tallest person in the film. Amazing. Gaylord and his fiancée, Pam Byrnes (a boring Teri Polo with terrible bangs), introduce their parents to each other for the first time. That’s it for plot. Heavy hitters Dustin Hoffman and Barbra Streisand (Bernie and Roz Focker) go head to head with Blythe Danner and Robert De Niro (Dina and Jack Byrnes) over who is the coolest couple, and obviously it’s the Fockers. Dustin works it out in linen as a dance-fighting Mr. Mom and Barbra slays with her Jewish mom/sex therapist shtick (welcome back, Babs—your neck looks fine, not to mention your ass, and you were missed on the big screen). Seriously, we’d marry into that family. And, oh ma gawd, y’all, the baby. Pam’s nephew and Jack’s sidekick/protégé, li’l Jack (played by the adorable and killer-at-following-direction Spencer and Bradley Pickren), does tiny sign language and rocks a sailor suit like the rent is due. Too focking cute.

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