Made for children more than either of the two predecessors,
this "Crocodile Dundee III" is curiously unfunny, and while it's
nice to see Paul Hogan once again looking more avuncular
than he did in the original 1986 version, this time around the
amiability of the whole production gets on one's nerves.
Perhaps the ideal audience would be the 9-11 year olds,
about the age of the kid who plays Croc's son Mikey (Serge
Cockburn)--those who had not been previously exposed to the
more sharply satiric and less broadly conceived antecedents.
The theme is the usual fish-out-of-water notion. Put an
Australian--and not a sophisticate from Sydney or Melbourne--
into the world's hippest fish bowl and see whether he can
swim. Paul Hogan's Dundee meets the challenge surprisingly
well. Though he doesn't know Tom Cruise from a cruise
down the Nile, he proves to be the most charming dude
around, one able to track down a scheme by a villainous
Yugoslavian to smuggle 300 million dollars worth of art work
into the U.S. (though how he can fence the treasure is
anyone's guess).
The sit-com gags, such as they are in this less-than-
hilarious work, come from the various little dramas that
Australia's most famous tourist meets, but any suspense that
might keep the kids in the audience diverted is undermined by
the caricatures that run abundantly throughout the film, and
from the reality that Dundee is never really faced by a
challenge he couldn't meet were he to munch throughout a
crisis on that Wendy's cheeseburger that he delights in
devouring right from his car.
The well-paced story gets its impetus when Dundee's
significant other, Sue Charlton (Linda Kozloswki repeating her
roles from 1986 and 1988), is hired to take over a newspaper
job in L.A. following the death of a journalist. Mick and his
son Mikey tag along, with Mick, who considers himself a
sophisticate thanks to his jaunt to New York some years back,
confident that he can handle any of the two-legged monsters
as readily as he could lasso a crocodile in the Australian
outback. A professional in his own country's tourist industry,
he now turns into a wayfarer, showing his heroism and
finesse by stabbing to death an electric anaconda that he and
his fellow tourists meet on a trip through Paramount Studios
and by foiling a mugging staged by half a dozen bandits who
don't even take the trouble to leave their car as they point
their guns Downunder.
The violence, such as it is, is of a piece with the Loony
Tunes cartoons of a bygone era, the bad guys slammed
against walls, while we are treated to unfunny cameos by a
meditative Mike Tyson who impresses Mick as a guy who
wouldn't harm a fly, and George Hamilton, who guzzles
martinis confident that thanks to coffee enemas all the
poisons will be flushed out.
Copyright © 2001 Harvey Karten