Directed by David McNally starring Jerry O'Connell, Anthony Anderson, Estella Warren and Christopher Walken.
As an 8-year-old, Charlie Carbone (O'Connell)'s life was saved by his chubby pal Lewis Booker (Anderson) and he's been paying for it ever since. Cajoled, put upon and emotionally blackmailed on a daily basis, Charlie has allowed himself to be the back-up man in hundreds of Lewis' harebrained schemes.
But now the rotund one has gone one hustle too far: he's botched up a delivery for Charlie's mob boss stepdad Sal (Walken) and the duo must go on a job to Australia to make amends. And how hard can delivering $50,000 be? It's not like you'll leave the money in your jacket, knock down a kangaroo in the middle of nowhere, put the jacket on the kangaroo for a photo and then start crying as the kangaroo comes back to life and bounces off into the distance. Is it?
Fears that a talking kangaroo would lead to mass audience nausea prove unfounded because Jack keeps his mouth shut for nearly the whole film and McNally’s outback adventure turns out to be a likeable romp for the under 10s. While O’Connell isn’t up to being a leading man, Anderson is fun and turns them into a fine double act.
Warren crops up halfway through to bounce the plot along a bit more but the fact that you’re far more interested in Anderson than her suggests our man in the outsize shirt should’ve got his own film. Not cool enough to warrant a sequel but it doesn’t outstay its welcome either. Now if only Walken had met up with the kangaroo…