Mac and Me (1988)
(In French, On Cable TV, January 2021) Nowadays, Mac and Me has become infamous largely due to its lead actor Paul Rudd’s tendency to use it as a fake preview of his upcoming films whenever he goes on talk shows. That’s still better than anything it deserves. It doesn’t take thirty seconds watching Mac and Me to realize that it’s going to be a terrible film, as aliens in repulsive makeup are whisked away from an alien planet to Earth on a NASA probe. Having broken all sorts of laws of physics in its opening scene, the rest of the film isn’t any better: The bad makeup and special effects are a constant reminder that this wasn’t meant to be a good film in the first place, and the screenwriting remains merely serviceable at its very best. This conscious attempt to ape E.T.’s success goes through the usual boy-meets-alien formula, except with a hideous alien and an even more grotesque product placement deal with Coca Cola and MacDonald’s (which features in a birthday party dance sequence that I won’t even try to describe any further). The famously terrible sequence in which a disabled kid is dropped in a lake for laughs is probably worse than you’d expect, and so is Mac and Me in general. There are, to be fair, many movies of comparable quality in which kids meet monsters, aliens or other fantastical creatures—but most of them have understood that the creature must be somewhat likable or cute. This is not the case here, and that only underscores the shoddiness of the film. The production history of the film confirms many suspicions—that the marketing drove the film, and that director Stewart Raffill was essentially asked to put together a complete movie from nothing (not even a script) with very little advance notice. The result, unsurprisingly, is terrible, rooted in the worst instincts of cynical Hollywood pandering to the family-film market. There is little joy to be had watching Mac and Me—just pain and inordinate second-hand embarrassment.