I've gotta be the wrong audience for this one. For as much as I love old
made-for-TV movies (especially from the late 1970's / early 1980's) and
enjoy both Carol Burnett and Charles Grodin, I never even laughed once during
this "comedy". Or even came close to smiling. The entire story is
fucking ridiculous and makes no sense. A single income family (working
husband, stay-at-home mother and three children) live in a small apartment in
New York City, so, to make their lives better, they move to the suburbs.
Alright, nothing wrong with that, that happens all the time. Problem is
once these idiots move into the house that they had built to their
specifications, they automatically somehow still don't have enough room!
And now, the mom (and aspiring writer), who is left home alone during the
day time, is forced to set up her small foldout table and typewriter in the
garage! Dude, you have an entire two-floor, multiple bedroom house all to
yourself...why are you out typing in the garage? At the same time, the
father complains non-stop about how far away he is from the office and how the
commute is killing him. Well, fuckface, why did you move so far
away? Naturally, to simplify their lives, they adopt a large dog.
There's tons of other anti-funny things going on in this movie like the
hilarious moment when the garbage disposal kicks up something and Carol runs
across the kitchen and jumps up on the counter or the whole
side-splitting subplot about Carol's emotional support relationship with a local
stay-at-home dad or the disturbing (I mean knee-slapping) time when the youngest
child puts a sign in the back window of the station wagon saying he's being
kidnapped! Good times.
Vintage cars, wacky dog montage, a long drawn out scene about the importance of
life insurance, Eric Stoltz underused, that one kid from AIRPLANE!, dead script, average acting, unsatisfying ending that didn't resolve anything! As negative as this review is (and it damn sure is), I'm actually fascinated by this entire movie and why it was even made. Like what was the point? Who knows. I'm sure there's plenty of people out there that love it and laugh their testicles off watching Charles Grodin dump fertilizer on Carol Burnett's typewriter. I'm not one of them.
Also, did houses in the suburbs back in 1978 actually have septic tanks?
And in the front yard of all places! This movie is set in a large, planned
suburb outside of NYC (although it looks suspiciously like a pre-POLTERGEIST
Simi Valley, California to me), you'd think it would have the infrastructure for
a combined sewage system.