Gone Fishin' Reviews

Proof positive that Joe Pesci isn't a funny guy, the success of MY COUSIN VINNY notwithstanding. This sorry exercise, a 90-minute string of cliches, is as lamebrained as EIGHT HEADS IN A DUFFEL BAG and just as undeserving of a theatrical release. We're asked to accept Joe Waters (Pesci) and Gus Green (Danny Glover) as bosom buddies and lifelong friends from Newark (no matter that Waters would have been the first to reach for his hunting rifle when the Greens moved onto the block) and chuckle when the chummy chumps -- who are also accident-prone fishing enthusiasts -- win a trip to the Florida Everglades and get entangled with a murderous con man (Nick Brimble). Madcap adventures ensue as they unleash their catastrophic powers on the Everglades, destroying umpteen pleasure boats, several cars and a luxury hotel. Not one of these sequences provokes genuine laughter: They only highlight the sheer, witless desperation of all involved. Willie Nelson's turn as the patron saint of fishermen provides some amusement, as does Maury Chaykin's as an overeager, lusty waiter. If this isn't a career low for Glover -- whose credits include OPERATION DUMBO DROP -- it's pretty darn close.