I remember two things from my childhood: Robin Williams was still
funny, and Disney was still cranking out entertaining live-action
kiddie flicks like Candleshoe and Freaky Friday.
Yes, there was a brief period afterward when Williams was very
funny (The World According to Garp) and Disney cranked
out some fine animated fare (Beauty and the Beast).
Recently, though, Williams has settled into silly family poop
like Hook, Mrs. Doubtfire and Father's Day,
and Disney has churned out an unsatisfying string of live-action
duds like Camp Nowhere, Heavyweights and the best-forgotten
Mighty Ducks trilogy. Now these two fallen angels have
joined forces to create Flubber. God help us all.
Disney, unable to write a decent screenplay, is now serving up
warmed-over versions of its own past hits. I guess whatever executive
decided it would be a good idea to remake That Darn Cat
didn't learn his lesson. Time, I think, for Disney head Michael
Eisner to bring back Uncle Walt's long-lost "corporate flogging"
policy.
With Flubber, Robin Williams has been recruited to take
over the role made famous by Fred MacMurray (I mean, imagine the
hubris it takes to fill those legendary shoes). 1961's
The Absent-Minded Professor was a monumentally silly, but
entirely engaging kiddie classic from Disney's heyday; 1997's
Flubber (an appropriate retitling, since the magical substance
gets far more screentime than Williams), however, is akin to Chinese
water torture.
Williams is called upon to (nominally) play Professor Phillip
Brainard--a daffy doc so scatterbrained, he's forgotten his wedding
date three times (much to the chagrin of his fiancee). One day,
though, the absent-minded professor accidentally invents "flying
rubber." This gives the so-called "imagineers"
at Disney plenty of opportunity to computer-generate a hyperactive
green goo that can bounce, change shape, smile, coo and spawn
spin-off merchandise like crazy. So enamored of their titular
substance are the filmmakers that they actually waste 10 minutes
of screen time with a computer-generated dance sequence
featuring the gelatinous star. Somehow this miraculous substance
is supposed to save the prof's troubled university from financial
ruin. Why the prof spends the entire film obsessing over flying
rubber and its myriad airborne uses is a little odd considering
he's already invented an artificially intelligent robot, complete
with emotions and the ability to fly!
Most--scratch that--all of the jokes in Flubber involve
things bouncing. Flubber bounces. Golf balls bounce. Then, get
this, a bowling ball bounces. Then a bunch of basketball
players bounce. Then--I think you get the idea. If you find bouncing
things terribly funny, then Flubber may just be the movie
for you. Several members of the audience with whom I suffered
through Flubber were thrown into near-apoplectic fits every
time something bounced; so I guess there is an audience for this
kind of thing.
Storywise, Flubber hews fairly close to the original: Prof
invents Flubber, takes it to the basketball game, evil rich guy
steals it, Prof builds flying car and gets Flubber back. Sadly,
though, the evil legacy of Home Alone rears its hideous
head. Most of the plot involves two bad guys trying to break into
the professor's house and getting conked in the head repeatedly
for their efforts. Apparently, nothing is funnier to the kids
of today than cerebral trauma.
Director Les Mayfield, believe it or not, is from Albuquerque.
With this film and Pauly Shore's Encino Man to his credit,
he's starting to remind me of that other local moviemaking machine
Brian Levant (Beethoven, The Flintstones, Problem Child 2).
Talk about your hometown pride. Somebody stop these boys before
they team up for Son of Flubber!