Never more have I nearly been driven to violence by a film.Here's a clue as to how much this movie blows goats.
It's directed by Brian Levant, the man who also directed such timeless classics as The Flintstones, Beethoven and Problem Child 2, and it's produced by Chris Columbus, the guy who directed the first two Home Alone's and that silly little Doubtfire movie.
Now you know what you're up against: sentimental dreck combined with supposedly humorous slapstick "comedy" (and I use that term loosely).
Add in the fact that you've got Ah-nuld trying to be sensitive dad (I know if I were 9, and he was my dad, I'd be scared that he'd rip me in half when I was bad. Either that or he'd make me a Republican) in a comedic role, and it's box office poison. It doesn't work, on so many levels.
The kid's annoying, the would-be cameos stink (Ooh, Harvey Korman! Ooh, Robert Conrad! Ooh, Jim Belushi!), Ah-nuld and Rita Wilson have zero chemistry an husband and wife, even the late Phil Hartman isn't nearly as smarmy as he should be.A travesty of film, and a waste of money.