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My girlfriend has a large VHS library she's trying to convert to DVD, but there are some films she's going to have a hard time finding, especially this one. Without looking at the box I was able to watch this movie and pinpoint the year of its release (The E.T. glass, the R.O.T.J. bed sheets and especially the teacher's Velcro shoes were dead giveaways to the production date). Fletcher was a good moment to reminisce about the official Lester dummy I used to have. I found out the hard way my girlfriend is deathly afraid of ventriloquist dummies. This movie was not among her faves when she was a kid because of this. My only complaints about the movie was a flub early in the movie, when Joey is picking up his backpack and you can clearly see the name "Josh" written on the baseball patch on the bag. Then there's the little black boy who conveniently disappears when the fit hits the shan only to turn up for the movie's lackluster finale. Smart move, kid. All in all, a decent movie for its time, but it's no Mac and Me, and that's saying a lot.

at the time this film was made, it was cool for us "military brats." one of our own was in this film (actually, two). but anyway, i went to school on a military base in Stuttgart,Germany with josh morrell and ray kaselonis. my group of friends thought we were so cool because we went to see the movie in German (actually, it was pretty amazing that a bunch of middle school kids could actually understand what they were saying in German). it is nostalgic to see this again but can't believe how dorky it is! nevertheless, this film is a piece of our heritage as military brats at robinson barracks. it would be nice to know where these guys are now...

Making Contact is a terrible movie I saw as a kid about some little dork who's Dad dies and stupid stuff happens to him. Stuff comes alive, he gets picked on and dark forces..oh no. I remember thinking it was going to be scary and nothing in it was good at all. What a piece of garbage. It's as if the filmmakers looked at all the popular movies of the early 80's and tried to rehash it into a sure fire hit. *

After young Joey's father dies, he starts to make his various toys come to life, including his friend, R2D2. He also begins to whom he believes to be his dead father via his red toy telephone. Turns out not to be his father, but an evil ventriloquist dummy (and really is there any other kind?). The dummy soon makes little Joey's life a nightmare. Not that his life was all roses before, mind you. He's the type of kid to be heavily bullied. This movie scared the poo out of me as a kid and I could see it still doing so if I were still a kid. But like "the Boogens", it hasn't aged well in the least. Who the hell would show this film to a little kid anyway?? now THAT'S just bad parenting right there.

My Grade: D

2-disc DVD Extras: both 79 & 98 minute versions of the film; and 2 theatrical Trailers for the American version, 1 for the German one

I know no other way of describing this painfully wretched film except by saying that it is one of the worst contributions to the world of movies that I have ever seen! Directed by German-born Roland Emmirich, who would later emerge to direct the big-budgeted blockbuster epics "Independence Day" and "Godzilla," this film makes up in bad acting what it lacks in creativity. Is this film supposed to be a horror film? All I saw was a lawsuit waiting to happen, since it showcases (or rather steals) the creativity and genius of such classics as "E.T.The Extra-terrestrial" and "Poltergeist." If you're looking for laid-back, horror film to enjoy with your friends on a casual Friday night, this isn't it! This is by far one of the most boring and stupendous pieces of work I have ever seen! It is deserving of 100 Razzi Awards! Before I start to puke, I must sign off and get this disgusting, no-good film out of my head. But before I do, I'd like to make a brief comment for the wonderful (yes, I'm being sarcastic!) Mr. Emmerich: 'Please, for the love of god! For the love of Hollywood! Spare us a sequel to "Godzilla!" I wouldn't know how to cope!'