Day 2 (or 25 days to the honeymoon) starkly pointed out that not all Disney films are created equal.
Like many entries on this series, this movie was a beloved favorite growing up. I remember loving it. Today I tried to watch it for the first time in almost 20 years. I didn't finish it. I went for a walk instead. George C. Scott, John Candy, Bob Newhart, Eva Gabor. These icons were all in the movie. They could not save it. Our Protagonist is a young Australian boy who's mother has an australian accent, but the boy does not. He must have worked with Kevin Costner's dialect coach. The little boy wonders in to the outback to go adventuring. He can speak to all the animals (aparently he's the only one who can...) but only some of the animals can speak. The giant eagle from Lord of the Rings he rides on can only gesture, but they give full voice to the Jar Jar Binks-like collared lizard he meets later. When they spent 10% of the movie's 77 minute run-time focusing on an albatross crash landing and inexplicably being shot in the butt with a double barrel shotgun loaded with syringes, it's time to just go outside. 2/10.
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