Nostalgia and comedy are run through a food processor until they become a flavorless paste. Amiable rather than genuinely funny. Still, inoffensiveness can sometimes lead to success, at least initially, for a family film. I laughed once. A sequel whose time has come - and gone.
Hogan returns with what feels like a feature-length vanity project.
The lackadaisical pace of CD3 is a disappointing surprise. A rube's-eye view of Hollywood, but the rube is weary, and those around him seem to be suffering from terminal torpor. This latest, utterly gratuitous chapter in the saga of the wisecracking reptile hunter will add nothing to the ever-dimming reputation of the Subaru pitchman. Where there was a modicum of charm to Mick Dundee's earliest exploits in New York City, the joke has withered as markedly as Hogan's face. Funnier than I thought it would be.