Retired spy team, a loving married couple on leave with their newborn baby in the French Quarter, are lured back into the business with a top-secret assignment involving plastic explosives (so dangerous "the military won't even touch 'em!"). Unexciting, unfunny updating of "The Thin Man" and its ilk, a comedic crime-caper so hammy that almost every character--the villains in particular--become human cartoons. Dennis Quaid dispatches with two street thugs while holding his infant, but this kind of outlandish humor looks really out of place in a modern-day scenario. New Orleans has been made-over into some kind of fantasy free-for-all, one where anyone can crash a party or play games with the local law (made to look like incompetent boobs). Kathleen Turner, despite having to haul her kid around like a pet, gets by with her smoky register and guttural laugh, and she makes Dennis Quaid look like a wet upstart by comparison. Unsuccessful at the box-office, espionage comedies being out of fashion. *1/2 from ****
Review of Undercover Blues
