The American Spectator

Wlady: I know you’re very much a concerned and sensitive guy. But to pay one Yankee dollar (and I assume, based on empirical evidence of my own trips to see movies, that you paid quite a few) to see Barbra? C’mon pal. That’s an anti-conservative act on several levels.

First, to pay for a ticket to a Streisand (or Fonda, or Baldwin, or so many others’) movie is the ideological equivalent of donating, Turner-like, to the UN. Even one dollar in her pocket is too much. You gotta draw the line somewhere, pal.

Second, you’re a busy guy. Among the deluge of offerings from the entertainment world, how can you possibly put Barbra in line — even for ten minutes — before NFL and college football? I’d agree that De Niro’s presence is almost always worth the price of admission, but remember: Maureen O’Hara was enough to ruin several otherwise great flicks with the Duke.

Third, though I trust your judgment that “Fockers” has some merit, all I need to know about it is in the title: it’s hard to believe that the producers of a movie who have to stoop to a malapropism for an obscenity for the title will do better with respect to the plot, direction and action. It’s just gotta be one of those movies in which obscenity is used in place of good jokes and decent dialogue because the writers are incapable of either.

Last - and not necessarily least - cheesy and over-the-top are not disqualifiers. This from a guy who counts “Hot Shots: Part Deaux” among the greats. Please, next time you get the urge to see Babs or Jane or any of their ilk, shake a tree and rake for a coupla hours.