A rare example of a movie from childhood that totally pays off upon an adult rewatch. Pat Morita, man.
(I loved the mom. Palm trees! No more sore throats! She’s calling about the pool, don’t mention it!)
A rare example of a movie from childhood that totally pays off upon an adult rewatch. Pat Morita, man.
(I loved the mom. Palm trees! No more sore throats! She’s calling about the pool, don’t mention it!)
I’m always going to think he’s the funniest but this is special. Good for him.
(Side note: the set and wardrobe were flawless)
I yelled “get ‘em, Plemmons!” at my TV a number of times, but ultimately this movie left me speechless.