Mick is
back. Sue, Mick, and their son Mikey leave the
Australian Outback to spend a few weeks in L.A. in
order to help out Sue's father who's just lost a
reporter. Though the plot thickens as Sue picks up a
fishy story where the deceased reporter left off, the
charm of the film is all Mick.
As with the first two films (1986 and 1988), Paul
Hogan's smile and hunting knife endear anecdote after
anecdote. This time our charismatic fish out of water
has a tadpole, and the pond is L.A. instead of New
York. So you can expect many a hunter's narrowed-eye
at the fast-talking, networking, Hollywood-paced
lifestyles.
For instance, when an actor/writer limo driver
passes Mick his 8x10 glossy, Mick hands him a photo
of himself and son fishing in the Outback. These cute
minuets entertain, while Sue and Mick follow up on
the shady production company subplot. Though needed
for climax, this TV-esque reporter/investigation
serves mainly as a host on which to drape Mick's
colorful little episodes.
Despite a rather unevenly told tale (a whole
cowboy bar scene seems lacerated from the picture),
bent arc toward resolution, and a few flat gags;
"Crocodile Dundee" still charms. It's a fun, very
light comedy.
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