Two childhood friends, a New York hairstylist and a wanna-be musician, get mixed-up with the mob and are forced to deliver $50,000 to Australia, but things go all wrong when the money is lost to a wild kangaroo.
A marsupial steals some mob money from a pair of halfwit Brooklynites (Jerry O'Connell and Anthony Anderson), who are pursued across the outback by various Australian and New York heavies. This might have been amusing, but except for the guilty pleasure of seeing Christopher Walken in yet another unredeemably bad movie, there is very little fun to be had. The movie's crude, dippy humor seems motivated by a deep contempt for its intended audience of school-aged children. A. O. Scott
2003-01-17 | A. O. Scott | Read the New York Times Review of Kangaroo Jack