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McHale's Navy
We are living here with more serious events during the days of the retired Commander Quinton McChill, who spends his days everywhere in the Caribbean in his old home selling eggs, ice cream and things may be fine. It seems to be quite right when McHale came out of retirement when his old enemy turned things around. Major Vladikov may be trying to get to San Marino and begin building a nuclear launch pad on the island. Maybe it might seem different then where, with the help of his old crew and the obstacles of Captain Wallace Binghamton, Quinton seems to be changing things perfectly.
7 September 1984, Los Angeles, California, USA
27 February 1964, Mordiallic, Australia
30 December 1962, Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
22 June 1958, Birmingham, Michigan, USA
13 April 1952, Darjeeling, West Bengal, India
12 February 1963, Seattle, Washington, USA
30 June 1956, Detroit, Michigan, USA
20 February 1964, Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
31 July 1969, Edinburgh, Scotland, UK
1969, New York City, New York, USA
1937 in New York City, New York, USA
6 March 1959, Ottumwa, Iowa, USA
22 February 1929, Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
19 April 1946, Grappenhall, Cheshire, England, UK
24 May 1938, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
24 January 1917, Hamden, Connecticut, USA
April 09, 2005
The most idiotic, unfunny script imaginable.
December 23, 2002
[Trots] out the same tired cliches -- unorthodox heroes, inept commanding officers, officious little weasels getting trampled by the zany crew -- which haven't been funny since...well, ever.
September 23, 2003
Dear God, why?
September 05, 2009
All apologies to the handful of Americans who've waited decades for this big-screen update of the '60s sitcom--the result is both awful and awfully irrelevant.
November 01, 2004
Tom Arnold is no Ernest Borgnine. A profound statement.
January 01, 2000
Leaky PT-boat of a comedy.
May 15, 2008
This shotgun marriage of coarse laughs and low-rent action cliches is, of course, utterly predictable: Cutting-edge comedy isn't lurking under the corpses of old TV shows.
May 15, 2008
A ham-fisted, fitfully amusing lark that quickly runs aground.
January 01, 2000
Suitable only for movie-goers who have undergone frontal lobotomies.
January 01, 2000
I didn't laugh once, not even giggle.
April 12, 2002
A useless movie. Not funny, suspenseful, moving or even offensive enough to want to torpedo. Just devoid of any conceivable value.
June 18, 2002
By the end, this soporific comedy makes 105 minutes feel more like a two-year hitch.
