Allô maman, c'est encore moi

My review was written in December 1990 after a screening on Manhattan's UES.

This vulgar sequel to 1989's longest-running sleeper hit is assured of big openings due to its predecessor's familiarity but bad word of mouth should guarantee weak legs.

Few predicted the success of the same team's "Look Who's Talking", launched after delays in October 1989 to enjoy an unusually long 30-week U. S. run en route to ranking among the '89-'90 international box office leaders.

Credit TriStar with getting a followup into theaters in timely fashion to maximize its box office potential, but the resulting mishmash looks like a rush job.

Joined by her husband Neal Israel (who also appears as star Kirstie Alley's mean boss) in the scripting, filmmaker Amy Heckerling overemphasizes toilet humor and expletive - none deleted - to make the film appealing mainly to adolescents rather than an across-the-board family audience.

Unwed mom Alley and cabbie John Travolta are married for the sequel, with her cute son metamorphosed into Lorne Sussman, still voice-overed as precocious by Bruce Willis. First mutual arrival is conceived during a clever title sequence in which some sperm (also getting comical voice-overs) manage to find a way around Alley's diaphragm and fertilize an egg.

What hatches is undeniably cute Megan Miller (at 1 year old, after infants Nikki Graham and Georgia Keithley voiced over baby Julie), unforunately voiced over by Roseanne Barr. The comedienne gets a couple of laughs but is generally dull, leaving Willis to again carry the load in the gag department with well-read quips.

Lack of an interesting plot line is evident throughout the sequel's abbreviated 81-minute running time. Ostensibly it revolves around the bickering of Alley and Travolta whose jobs (accountant and would-be airplane pilot) and personalities clash, as well as the rites of passage of the two kids. New characters, notably Alley's obnoxious brother Elias Koteas, are added to ill effect.

An unconscionable amount of footage is devoted to the issue of potty training. Mel Brooks is enlisted to voice-over Mr. Toilet Man, a fantasy bathroom bowl come to life, spitting blue water and anxious to bite off Mikey's privates. Family's ecstatic reactions to Mikey finally learning toiletiquette is pure corn.

Alley and Travolta are a likable team that play off each other well. Too bad Hollywood doesn't take a leaf from the Golden Age and find new material for such romantic combos (a la '30 Fred MacMurray/Carole Lombard or '40s Tracy/Hepburn teamings) rather than merely recycle them in the sequel craze.. Both youngsters are cute enough to please an undemanding audience, and with an eye towards the cash register a third infant lovable black tot Danny Pringle, is added in a few scenes as a precociously streetwise playmate for Mikey.

Richard Pryor originally was signed to voice-over Pringle's wisecracks but was inexplicably replaced by Damon Wayans who does a good job in delivering knowing but young-sounding jive. All three kids articulate while the voicing occurs in a non-match that resembles the visual effect of a dubbed-in-English Japanese horror movie.

One cute gag involves the playing of the TriStar logo musical theme (by Dave Grusin) to climax a scene where Richard Strauss' "Thus Sprach Zarathustra" form "2001: A Space Odyssey" is traditionally employed. Elsewhere there's plenty of paid-for plugola.

With Koteas a gun-toting babysitter who abandons the kis to an accidental fire in their apartment, film strays far from good taste and good sense in a desperate search for gags. Various creature effects, notably Julie growing in mom's womb, are well executed by Chris Walas' organization and New York locale for this Vancouver-lensed effort is adequately fake by some second unit shots.

Conspicuous sequel "beefing up" is most evident in pointless inclusion of many golden oldies on the soundtrack, ranging from expensive Elvis Presley tracks (allowing Travolta to throw in one of his trademark dance numbers) to John Lennon and George Harrison.

In general, sequels aren't as good as their predecessors, and Look Who's Talking Too is no exception. The first one was adorable, with Kirstie Alley's baby, voiced by the hilariously perfect Bruce Willis, giving an inner monologue about his first impressions on the world. The cast is all back, and the romance with Kirstie and John Travolta continues, but there's a new addition: a new baby. Roseanne Barr provides the voice for Bruce's baby sister, and his entire world changes for the worse.

The problem with this movie is it's too painful and realistic. First borns will delight in Bruce stealing Roseanne's toys and playing pranks as older brothers are known to do, but they'll also remember that when their younger siblings were born, they, too, suffered a loss. The older child immediately gets put on the back burner and the new baby takes the spotlight. Many children never grow out of their resentment throughout their lives, so watching little babies fight and squabble isn't very fun. Plus, the first movie only had Bruce Willis's inner thoughts, and he was a very cute baby. What's better: a cute baby or a gruff baby? Cute babies win every time, and every time Rosanne talks, she's not very endearing.

DLM Warning: If you suffer from vertigo or dizzy spells, like my mom does, this movie might not be your friend. There are a couple of shots filmed from the baby's perspective, and it might make you sick. In other words, "Don't Look, Mom!"

Pointless and annoying sequel to the smash-hit from 1989 has Baby Mikey (voiced by Bruce Willis) trying to cope with the birth of his new sister (the obnoxious Roseanne Barr). Kirstie Alley and John Travolta return as the clueless parents in this gigantic waste that is too childish to intrigue its audience. The film uses toilet humor and strange situations to try to get people into its twisted story, but nothing works in this yawner. Anyone for turkey? Turkey (0 stars out of 5).

i don't care what anyone says this movie is hilarious. Roseanne as the voice of the baby was perfect. she even looked like her! John Travolta and Kirstie Alley work well in all three of the look who's talking movies. When it came on T.V. it had at least 20 minutes of edited stuff which i don't know why they took out. The one problem i had was with not having Mikey talk. The kid is old enough to talk unlike the baby, so why didn't they just have him talk? Otherwise that it was hilarious!

This was an inevitable sequel, that was really not all that of a movie. It was charming at most, but too many poopoo jokes, and other ridiculous stuff. I give it sequel: 4.5 out of 10. Rated PG-13 for crude humor, thematic elements, and language.