“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Friday, May 4, 2018
My Uncle the Alien (1996)
This film doesn't even try. The daughter of the President of the United States is trying to save an orphanage in Los Angeles. She inadvertently mentions that her "uncle" who happens to be an alien, will protect it, causing some press reaction. She nearly gets killed by a cab, she gets her backpack stolen and she gets kidnapped. The feds chase the bad guys into places like a wax museum (which is not well-utilized; it might as well have been a factory) and the ransom money is used to save the orphanage. If you don't see at least two flaws in that plot, you might be dumb enough to enjoy this.
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