The potential comic absurdities of the premise are squandered as soon as the film settles into a tepid coming-of-age tale.
Every short in this anthology series exudes a commercially slick anonymity that effectively flattens any potential excitement.
The film’s so preoccupied with being “inspirational” that it disastrously fails to evoke the allure of rock n’ roll when it represented an erosion of racial and sexual barriers.
Though it begins by spending far too much time talking up the comic’s quality, it gradually finds a groove as an incisive portrait of an insecure industry.
Much like its titular bumbling patriarchs, Dads never aspires to be more than an unmannerly time-waster, devoid of inspiration and purpose.
Old Dogs is a series of sub-sitcom sequences designed to destroy any affection once felt for John Travolta and Robin Williams.
Saying that it’s just a movie is like saying that Sarah Palin is just a politician.
“Outrageous and zany,” says Jeffrey Lyons. Words to die by.
Those who got a kick out of seeing Shaggy with big breasts may want to head straight to the “Dancing Dog” feature.
John Boorman may be the worst thing to happen to hillbillies and banjo music.
To say that the second Scooby-Doo movie is an improvement over the first isn’t really much of a compliment.
While there’s no commentary track to sell some prospective buyers, I’d keep this DVD edition solely for the awesome interactive menus.
it’s very easy to imagine a better film with James St. James in the lead and Michael Alig in his periphery.
The lifeless finale has about as much imagination as a Mini has trunk space.
The film’s groovilicious sound alone makes this an essential buy.
For the most part, Mike Myers puts on a good show.
The only thing it gets right is that the P.R. flack will oftentimes forgo human decency while hawking and defending their shoddy products.
The only thing fun about the events depicted here is watching aging B-list stars making A-list fools of themselves.