A very bad movie, from a very bad idea, about a very bad little boy. The bad idea is to have the bad little boy portrayed by Martin Short -- shorter than usual, and with shaved arms and legs, but still with postpubertal voice and beard-pattern. Maybe, though, it's not so much that it's a bad idea as that the idea is all there is to it, and that it is stretched out torturously to feature-length and to an overwrought finale involving a malfunctioning amusement-park dinosaur. As with so many of the movies made by alumni of Saturday Night Live, SCTV, et al., it feels like no more than a skit. A skit that doesn't know when to quit. Worse, a skit that doesn't know when not to get started. Charles Grodin, Mary Steenburgen; directed by Paul Flaherty. (1994) — Duncan Shepherd
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