Kirstie Alley’s attitude there seems about right to me. I was thinking about typing out a lament over how much terrible fare came dribbling out during holiday movie seasons of old, but it has always been a mix of the great, fine, and dreadful at this time of the year. The very same weekend Look Who’s Talking Too arrived, so to did the magical Edward Scissorhands and the solidly entertaining Mermaids. I don’t remember a bit of this movie, but I find it a little disconcerting that I offered praise — genuine, unguarded praise at that — for the portion involving Mr. Toilet Man.
Last year, director Amy Heckerling took a TV star, a washed up film star, and cute baby, and Bruce Willis’s voice and created one of the biggest surprise hits of the year: LOOK WHO’S TALKING. No time has been wasted in trying to pull some more money from Mikey’s faithful followers as the sequel, LOOK WHO’S TALKING TOO, has hit theaters. The gag of LOOK WHO’S TALKING TOO is that Mikey has gotten a little older and is now big brother. Mikey still has the voice of Bruce Willis, and his new little sister has picked up the vocal cords of Roseanne Barr. The two of them are learning to deal with each other and also have to try help themselves and each other through some family difficulties as the marriage between John Travolta and Kirstie Alley is becoming increasingly strained.
In fact, fans of the first film had best prepare themselves for a somewhat darker effort this time out from director Heckerling. There’s family strife and a misguided attempt to derive humor from a birth complicated by the umbilical cord being wrapped around the baby’s neck. Trying to create jokes to go with that situation was not a wise move on the part of Heckerling. As if trying to make up for these darker moments, the filmmakers make several attempts at pushing the cute levels into the stratosphere. Mikey has acquired a new best friend in a baby voiced by Damon Wayans and there’s a scene of Travolta pulling out his best Saturday Night Fever dance moves with an entire group of kids.
LOOK WHO’S TALKING TOO has its clever moments, such as the glimpses of Mikey’s overactive imagination, especially one that brings us Mel Brooks as Mr. Toilet Man, and some funny bits of dialogue for the kids. Bruce Willis is again about to provide a terrific voice characterization for Mikey, Roseanne Barr does a respectable job as baby Julie, and both Travolta and Alley manage to be quite charming. The chief problem is the script. It’s a meandering movie that spends too much time rattling along pointlessly, adding characters like Kirstie Alley’s right wing, gun-toting brother who only gets i the way of the film’s thin plot. The film tries to build toward a thrilling ending with a cute, sentimental moral, but it all seems very anti-climactic, as if they’re holding back for a third installment.
There are some questionable directing choices as well, chiefly one that involves some of the older toddlers apparently trying to lip sync what is being said by the actor alter egos. Little children don’t just walk around moving their mouths and seeing them do it in this movie becomes very grating very quickly. There’s also the feeling that it’s less a movie and more a showcase for Heckerling’s music collection. It seems like almost every scene has a big hit song connected with it. It all seems like padding to make the film last long enough, but all the padding in the world can’t protect this film from it’s own blandness.
1 and 1/2 stars, out of 4.