At least the second film in this god-awful trilogy had the benefit of being so bad and inappropriate it was unintentionally hilarious. This scattershot, occasionally offensive, always unsettling and very dumb film is one of the most boring cinematic experiences in recent memory. The side plot of dogs, (how'd they score DeVito and Keaton, both of whom were doing much better that Alley or Travolta at this point in their carreers?), is useless; the 'dad is hard at work' subplot is just recycled from the second film, (they even use the same dream gag), and the plot doesn't really exist. And why does everyone keep ragging on Travolta's carreer? Being a pilot is no easy feat!
Travolta and Alley, who seem to get along in real life, seem to repel each other onscreen; maybe because they're platonically inclined to each other in reality; onscreen they're like two positively charged magnets pushing each other apart. On top of all that, the casual misogyny throughout is grating and extremely distasteful. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Travolta and Alley, who seem to get along in real life, seem to repel each other onscreen; maybe because they're platonically inclined to each other in reality; onscreen they're like two positively charged magnets pushing each other apart. On top of all that, the casual misogyny throughout is grating and extremely distasteful. Dumb, dumb, dumb.