THE SEQUEL to "Look Who's Talking," the surprise comedy of 1989, is finally upon us, and it may be the film disappointment of the holiday season.
Kirstie Alley and John Travolta return as Mollie and Jimmy, married, in love, and guardians to the kid with the voice of Bruce Willis. According to the opening, which is shamelessly identical to the original film's opening, there is a new child on the way. Meet Julie, a pudgy fetus with the voice of Roseanne Barr.
This time around Mollie and Jimmy fight -- about child care and discipline, in-laws, and money. So this is a story line?
When this thread wears thin, and it does in about 10 minutes, toilet training takes over. Why pay $5 to $6 to see this on the big screen when we can live it at home?
Kirstie Alley is awful. She's no more than a foil for the characters around her. It's a terrible waste of talent. In several scenes, She's little better than a talk show host, smiling sweetly at the action around her.
John Travolta is only slightly better off. He gets to stomp his feet and blow his top when he feels used and abused. He finally storms out and what does it get him? He's available Saturday nights, and he can enjoy a good cry in the park with the kids.
Travolta works in a pretty good dance routine to Elvis's "I'm All Shook Up," in his son's kiddie care gymnasium. He still cuts a mean figure on the dance floor.
Elias Koteas as Mollie's obnoxious brother is like Robert De Niro on drugs. He's always overwound and ready to spring, with an unloaded handgun or forgetable one-liners.
Twink Caplan is Rona, Mollie's co-worker. She is the only colorful character in the bunch. She expounds at great length on those telling details that make a man a keeper or a loser. She falls for Koteas, a move that almost turns this film into a tragedy.
Gilbert Gottfried shows up, as the weird kiddie gym instructor, and Olympia Dukakis passes through as Mollie's carping, interferring mother. In fact, all the characters just pass through except for those talking babies.
Writer and director Amy Heckerling neglects her story and her stars in this sequel, and puts all her money on toddlers with middle-aged voices. This device wasn't entirely appealing the first time around; it's downright annoying the second time out.
In "Look Who's Talking Too," Mikey has matured to the ripe old age of two. He's ready for toilet training, but he still talks like Bruce Willis. Forget the toilet training, mom, and work on the speech development.
This poor kid looks like the centerpiece in a poorly dubbed foreign film. It would have been a wiser move to have Willis speak his every thought. Instead, the filmmakers try to match his mouth movements to Willis' words. It's an unpleasant distraction.
Roseanne Barr speaks for baby Julie. Barr's track record indicates she is better with a sharp tongue than the sweet talk. Heckerling ignores the obvious, and goes with the saccharine. It's a shame to waste Barr this way. Sally Field would have worked just as well.
Damon Wayans of Fox Network's "In Living Color," is the voice of Mikey's playmate, Eddie. He has some good lines, and doesn't struggle so with the lip-synching.
After all is said and done, this film looks like 75 minutes of America's favorite home videos. Consider that when considering this film.
No less annoying than the film itself is the cartoon short that precedes it, "Duck Dodger in the 24th 1/2 Century." Daffy Duck, and a Martian who looks like Pac-man with a helmet, battle for domination of the planet X.
Look Who's Talking Too
Mikey the talking baby is back, with a younger sister who sounds like Roseanne Barr, and a friend who sounds like Damon Wayans.
Starring Kirstie Alley and John Travolta, written and directed by Amy Heckerling.
Rated PG-13, playing in the Maple Ridge, McKinley and Thruway Theaters.