I didn’t write a sports blog today. I took the day off. Iggy and I have a tradition at Christmastime. For the heck of it we go to see one bad movie. We love bad movies — my wife refuses to go with us. We have  fun seeing bad movies because we judge them on their own terms and on those terms they can be terrific.

I, for example, can like Avatar or the Lethal Weapons as good bad movies. I don’t compare them to, say, Citizen Kane or the Third Man (yes, Max, I saw your note).

So, today, we went to see Little Fockers expecting to laugh at some mindless but good entertainment.

Wrong.

For the love of God, don’t go see Little Fockers. It is the worst movie of the year bar none. The script is lazy. The directing is hazy. The acting is — well, none of the actors actually act. They go through the motions and you know they’re thinking, “When this turkey is over I get paid.”

It’s OK for a movie to suck like Little Fockers, but there is something so sad about this one. Dustin Hoffman and Robert DeNiro and Harvey Keitel are in it. These are great actors from my generation who 0nce upon a time gave great iconic performances.

Hoffman: The Graduate, Ratso Rizzo, Tootsie, Rain Man.

DeNiro: Raging Bull, Taxi Driver, the young Don Corleone. He also directed the Bronx Tales.

Keitel: Mean Streets, Reservoir Dogs (he went to Lincoln High School near Brighton Beach in Brooklyn).

These were important actors who helped portray the values of a generation and now they are tainting their brand and, in a sense, tainting my generation. It is so sad.

For the love of God, avoid this movie.