Decided to watch "Look Who's Talking Now" as the podcast "How Did This Get Made" is planning to (rightly) eviscerate it in the near future.
In this second sequel to the inexplicably popular "Look Who's Talking" Mikey and Julie have reached the age where they can actually speak, so the hearing thoughts conceit is pushed onto two dogs that come to live with the family. James (John Travolta) and Mollie's (Kirstie Alley) marriage is being put to the test by the long hours James is taking in his new job as a private pilot, flying around his new boss played by Lysette Anthony. Into their lives come two dogs, Rocks (voiced (badly) by Danny Devito) and Daphne (voiced by Diane Keaton). Eventually the film get bored and crowbars these two plots together before giving up and prolapsing into one of the worst music videos your ever likely to see.
What's striking about "Look Who's Talking Now" upon watching it is the disinterest the people involved it making it seemed to have. I'll save Kirstie Alley and John Travolta from too much criticism here, they are doing their best with what was given to them and both have proven themselves capable in other roles. But that's about the only plus point. Logic is sacrificed pretty early on. Rocks ages from a puppy to fully grown dog during the opening scenes, although there's no other indication that any time has passed, the kids are the same age, and their home situation is the same. The daughter Julie (Tabitha Lupien) is enigmatically obsessed with Charles Barkley, in a way that never pans out to be relevant to the plot (almost as if they convinced Barkley to do a cameo and then had to find a way to get it into the plot somehow). The family are struggling financially, in that kinda of 90's Hollywood struggling where they have a massive apartment in New York, a car and the world is so full of qualified pilots that one would struggle to find work. Everything that happens to, and with, the dogs, who the film was supposed to be about, is completely pointless until the end and they both get a "Lassie" moment to help the film find some sort of conclusion.
And then there's the music video. The version I saw was with Jordy's "It's Christmas, C'est Noel". Merde'. The nadir of badly shot, badly conceived, mess.
In this second sequel to the inexplicably popular "Look Who's Talking" Mikey and Julie have reached the age where they can actually speak, so the hearing thoughts conceit is pushed onto two dogs that come to live with the family. James (John Travolta) and Mollie's (Kirstie Alley) marriage is being put to the test by the long hours James is taking in his new job as a private pilot, flying around his new boss played by Lysette Anthony. Into their lives come two dogs, Rocks (voiced (badly) by Danny Devito) and Daphne (voiced by Diane Keaton). Eventually the film get bored and crowbars these two plots together before giving up and prolapsing into one of the worst music videos your ever likely to see.
What's striking about "Look Who's Talking Now" upon watching it is the disinterest the people involved it making it seemed to have. I'll save Kirstie Alley and John Travolta from too much criticism here, they are doing their best with what was given to them and both have proven themselves capable in other roles. But that's about the only plus point. Logic is sacrificed pretty early on. Rocks ages from a puppy to fully grown dog during the opening scenes, although there's no other indication that any time has passed, the kids are the same age, and their home situation is the same. The daughter Julie (Tabitha Lupien) is enigmatically obsessed with Charles Barkley, in a way that never pans out to be relevant to the plot (almost as if they convinced Barkley to do a cameo and then had to find a way to get it into the plot somehow). The family are struggling financially, in that kinda of 90's Hollywood struggling where they have a massive apartment in New York, a car and the world is so full of qualified pilots that one would struggle to find work. Everything that happens to, and with, the dogs, who the film was supposed to be about, is completely pointless until the end and they both get a "Lassie" moment to help the film find some sort of conclusion.
And then there's the music video. The version I saw was with Jordy's "It's Christmas, C'est Noel". Merde'. The nadir of badly shot, badly conceived, mess.