Very flat and predictable story. Robin and Crystal do make an ideal on-screen duo. Too bad they chose this script to do it. They can't save this mess. There are some very funny parts, but it's overshadowed by a poor story. It seems like those two and Julia Dreyfuss are the only ones making an effort. Charlie Hofheimer was very annoying and the rest of the characters looked liked they'd rather be in another film.

A supposed big laugh was intended when Bruce Greenwood's character stepped into a Port-o-san, a truck backs into it, and it falls over into a ditch, implying that the interior is now flooded with human excrement, with him stuck inside. I have no aversion to gross-out toilet humor, but that is just not funny. From there the movie goes from going downhill (no pun intended) to a flat-out nosedive. I don't think I even lasted to the end.

I can only hope that these two immensely talented actors will try to work another film together, but please choose something a little less insulting. Normally this would score a four, but Crystal and Williams bump it up to a 5/10.

This film is so bad that I can't even get myself to give it a 1. A 1 is a rating for a film that is campy or so hideous that you have to see it to realize how hideous it is, one that is worth studying for its incredulous badness. A 2 goes to films that are so bad that you're surprised you can even get half of it. It's also a metaphor for what this film smells like. Who would believe that legends like Robin Williams and Billy Crystal would find anything good about this script? It certainly makes me not interested in seeing the original French version.

It's bad enough that the opening deals with a deceptive female (Nastassja Kinski) who couldn't even get a blood test to determine who the father of her son (Charlie Hofheimer) is. She goes around the country telling various men that they are the boy's father, and two of them (Crystal and Williams) go from San Francisco to Sacramento in their efforts to find him, discovering that he's a drugged out teenager somehow getting into adult clubs and passing out in the back room. Now they want to determine who the father is, and by this time, halfway through the film, the audience has either already checked out or joined the kid on the path to passing out.

This is a completely unpleasant film with the two not so funny man being extremely obnoxious and dislikeable, with Crystal obsessed with head-butting anybody who stands in his way and neurotic Williams going overboard in his oobvious self-hatred and his complete crassness. Bruce Greenwood, as Kinsky's husband and the man who raised Hofheimer, gets to roll down a hill locked in an outhouse, which is as close as classy as you'll get to in this film. Julia Louis-Dreyfus plays Crystal's obnoxious wife, and the best thing I can say about her performance is that she wears nice suits. If this film is ever put in a time capsule, it needs to be buried so deep where it is guaranteed never to be found.