I think I'm cursed. On every bus trip where they show a movie, it's always a child-bonds-with-dog movie like Balto or Iron Will. And on every plane trip it's always something from the god-awful canon of saccharine, maudlin, oh-please-when-will-it-end Robin Williams ham-fests. Just when I thought I had seen every last one of these stinkers, along comes Jack.
Stay away from Jack! Stay away! Why is this man so determined to make us laugh and make us cry? He hasn't successfully done the former since Good Morning Vietnam, or the latter since Dead Poets Society. It's schmaltzy, it's stupid, it's worthless. And Frances Ford Coppola! For shame! Godfather parts 1 and 2 are my favorite movies ever, and twenty years later you're making Jack? You should be officially reprimanded and demoted in front of a jury of your peers, like Captain Kirk after he saved the whales.
My recommendation: only see this film if you are a) a masochist, or b) curious to see the result of the collaboration of the two people in showbusiness with the most body hair.
Stay away from Jack! Stay away! Why is this man so determined to make us laugh and make us cry? He hasn't successfully done the former since Good Morning Vietnam, or the latter since Dead Poets Society. It's schmaltzy, it's stupid, it's worthless. And Frances Ford Coppola! For shame! Godfather parts 1 and 2 are my favorite movies ever, and twenty years later you're making Jack? You should be officially reprimanded and demoted in front of a jury of your peers, like Captain Kirk after he saved the whales.
My recommendation: only see this film if you are a) a masochist, or b) curious to see the result of the collaboration of the two people in showbusiness with the most body hair.