Man of the House
Unpopular opinion alert---I didn't have a crush on Jonathan
Taylor Thomas in the 90s. I know I know it's sacrilege. However, I did like
this movie as a kid and always watched it if I found it on TV.
Watching it again though, oh good lawd have mercy it's so
bad. Jonathan Taylor Thomas's Ben is the worst. Literally the worst. How many
chances at happiness has he sabotaged for his poor mother? Why didn't his mom
put him into therapy after his dad left? It's clearly affected him for years and
emotionally scarred him. The mobsters are stereotypical Italian thugs in…wait a
second, in Seattle? Seattle had a lot of illegal activity during Prohibition (thanks
PBS), but is the Italian mob huge there?
The biggest thing that bothers me about this movie is the
cultural appropriation. According to the Oxford Reference, it defines cultural
appropriation as being "used to describe the taking over of creative or
artistic forms, themes, or practices by one cultural group from another. It is
in general used to describe Western appropriations of non‐Western or non‐white
forms, and carries connotations of exploitation and dominance." I
understand that there was a Native American who helped them do a rain dance,
but the whole thing is just uncomfortable. Was there a copyright issue that
they couldn't use the Boy Scouts? Native American cultures aren't
"lame" and aren't to be used by emotionally stunted white mommy's
boys to get rid of mommy's boyfriends. Ugh.
Plot in a Nutshell:
Ben and his mom live in the coolest loft ever and have a perfect life. That is
until his mom wants to actually move on with her life and find love. Selfish
Ben can't have that and tries to get rid of his mom's latest boyfriend Jack by
joining the most uncool group ever---Indian Guides. While all this is going on,
the mob is trying to kill Jack. Hijinks ensue at an annual camping trip, they
Home Alone their campsite, the mobsters get arrested, and everyone lives happily ever after.
WTF: Why are
Farrah Fawcett and Chevy Chase in this movie? They couldn't have needed the
money, could they?
Fun Facts are Fun:
This steaming pile of crap grossed over $40 million dollars domestically.
The Verdict: *bashes
head against the wall*
Join me next for the blog's first Don Bluth feature---Rock-a-Doodle.