Robin Williams and John Travolta play childhood best friends and long-time business partners who are about to close the international business deal of a lifetime. Just when the pressure is on them to work out the kinks and finalize the deal, one of the finds out some life-altering news – he unknowingly has twin seven-year-old children. And if things couldn’t get any worse, they are forced to take care of them for two weeks.
There are countless problems with Old Dogs. For starters, neither Williams nor Travolta are old enough to complain about and have the problems they have. Neither are old enough that they take mass amounts of pills each day. Often times they are portrayed as if they were at the Grumpy Old Men age, when they’re not even close.
The problems that they face are so ridiculous and absurd, occurring so soon one after the other, that the contrivance of them is unforgivable.
How many times in one movie can the two of them be mistake for an old gay couple – especially because it’s a PG Disney movie?!
I disliked Old Dogs so much that I no longer wish to write about it.
Old Dogs is pure torture. It hold Travolta and Williams’ worse acting yet. I literally recommend this movie to no coherent human being.
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