I awoke at 8:30am in order to make a 10am screening of this Canadian children's film which would inaugurate my film festival day, and I was truly appalled as I sat and stared at this wretched, inept piece of formula trash, with Robert Carridine as a stereotypically wacky inventor dad (a poor man's Absent-Minded Professor) whose grade school son and two friends are kidnapped by a band of villains, on whom the three kids use karate. Utterly witless pratfalls ensue.
Two children -- about the age this film is targetting -- had walked in during the film's regional premiere screening and one commented, "Hey, I've seen this before!," which corroborates how godawfully generic and indistinctive this mess is.
I'm afraid I hadn't the endurance to sit through more than one third of Breakout.
Two children -- about the age this film is targetting -- had walked in during the film's regional premiere screening and one commented, "Hey, I've seen this before!," which corroborates how godawfully generic and indistinctive this mess is.
I'm afraid I hadn't the endurance to sit through more than one third of Breakout.