I'll give John Goodman credit. He was able to disguise his voice so the macaw didn't even sound like him, and probably hoping that this would come and go so there'd be no further association with it. I had high hopes for the family comedy about a talking parrot who knows the location of a very treasure in the middle of the South Pacific on what used to be a tropical paradise and is now of course a tourist trap. For the legendary Jason Robards, he's allowed his dignity as the very American father of the Australian Joe Petruzzi and grandfather of Jamie Croft, with Mrs. Hugh Jackman (Debra Lee Furness) as the daughter-in-law.
Petruzzi is completely insufferable as the dad, with Furness the stereotypical perfect mom. Croft manages to come off unscathed in spite of his obnoxious companion who may be adorable looking but thanks to his human voice deserves to be served with a chestnut stuffing. Croft and the bird are followed to the island by an evil museum curator (British character actor John Waters, no relation to the cult director) to find the treasure, and eventually Cross's family (including Robards) heads there too.
This is definitely made for children under the age of 10 and parents who have to suffer through such juvenile humor, but it quickly wears out it's welcome for everybody else because the dialogue the bird continues to spout just isn't funny. It's very bizarre that everybody on this South Pacific island has an Australian accent, showing poor detail. All this does is indicate that there are Australian Asians. The film is certainly colorful, but It suffers in a lack of imagination and after a while becomes truly aggravating to try to get through.
Petruzzi is completely insufferable as the dad, with Furness the stereotypical perfect mom. Croft manages to come off unscathed in spite of his obnoxious companion who may be adorable looking but thanks to his human voice deserves to be served with a chestnut stuffing. Croft and the bird are followed to the island by an evil museum curator (British character actor John Waters, no relation to the cult director) to find the treasure, and eventually Cross's family (including Robards) heads there too.
This is definitely made for children under the age of 10 and parents who have to suffer through such juvenile humor, but it quickly wears out it's welcome for everybody else because the dialogue the bird continues to spout just isn't funny. It's very bizarre that everybody on this South Pacific island has an Australian accent, showing poor detail. All this does is indicate that there are Australian Asians. The film is certainly colorful, but It suffers in a lack of imagination and after a while becomes truly aggravating to try to get through.