Review Date: April 24, 2000
Director: Brian Levant
Writer: H. Elfont, D. Kaplan, J. Cash, J. Epps Jr.
Producers: Steven Spielberg, Bruce Cohen
Give this little green bastard his own movie, dammit! He ruled! Having said that, Gazoo seems to disappear about halfway through this film, coinciding with the movie's lame attempt at creating some tension between the characters (note: bring in a "bad guy"), and the manufactured Vegas story-line could only take you so far. I swore that if I saw one more scene with Wilma staring wistfully into the night, I would shit myself. Thankfully for all involved...no soiling took place. Performance-wise, I definitely appreciated the new casting choices much more than those in the original (Rosie O'Donnell as babelicious Betty...what were they thinking?!?), with the Rubbles scoring even higher points for getting their laughs down pat. And Stephen Baldwin even managed to go the entire film without shooting Nic Cage down once! Not bad, dude.
In a nutshell, I would say that this film delivers on various fronts including its authentic and exaggerated look, its nifty special effects (Dino is darn cute), and its quick pace. Plot-wise, things run pretty thin, as do some of the jokes, which hit and miss all around the campfire, but this movie isn't really targeted to lovers of classic cinema or to all those messy teens sweaty-palmed over GLADIATOR (8/10) coming out next weekend. This movie is made by kids...for the kids! Huh?!? Well okay, it wasn't made by kids, but it will certainly be those very kids who will most likely appreciate the mindless frivolity of this movie, as well as certain "child-like" adults. And yes...guilty as charged.