Crocodile Dundee

Certainly Crocodile Dundee is nothing you can examine deeply or mull over afterward. It's simply an expert crowd-pleaser. It has such a sure, easy, confident touch that it's almost failure-proof--like a tip of the hat, a sip of beer, a quick, golden G'day.

Crocodile Dundee is a breezy, fun affair - a trifle that is extremely pleasant to sample and leaves no bitter aftertaste.

There’s an element of self-deprecation to Hogan’s performance—a winking, grinning acknowledgment of the character’s absurdity that nicely undercuts the macho fantasy.

The film would go nowhere without Hogan. He's a charismatic chap with a pleasantly minimalist approach to humor. [27 Sept 1986, p.E6]

Unpretentious, warm, at times hilarious, it's hard to find a bad word to say about Crocodile Dundee.

A double fish out of water structure -- first she's the fish, then he's the fish -- but the movie doesn't go anywhere with it, mostly because the characters are such nullities.

For a long time Crocodile Dundee isn't so much a collection of jokes as a stiff-jointed opposites-attract romantic drama goofed up with stereotypes.

So I never watched Crocodile Dundee as a kid, but my fiancé did. So, she showed me this film since it is one of her childhood movies. Honestly, it is still pretty fun. Crocodile Dundee is a fun character and is unlike anything in the modern world, that's for sure. The main girl, Linda, goes on a real Adventure with Dundee all around Australia, and then he returns to New York with her and learns about America! This is just a silly goofy Comedy that still has some fun to be had even in the modern world.

A charismatic performance by Paul Hogan elevates this outback flavored fish-out-of-water fable, which sees a **** Australian tour guide hustled over to NYC for a highly publicized downtown residency. Mick “Crocodile” Dundee is a momentary infatuation for the denizens of America’s signature city, drawn into the public eye by a series of on-location missives from a lifestyle columnist, and his combination of blunt opinions, brawny battle scars and backwoods ways makes him an excellent candidate for flavor of the month in the mid ‘80s Apple. Hogan says he didn’t expect the film to perform overseas, writing it largely for himself and his countrymen, but his timing couldn’t have been better;Crocodile Dundee’s release coincided with an intense, short-lived global flirtation with the land down under, and the movie rode that cresting wave for all it was worth. Which amounted to two sequels and a long career on the cable TV movie-of-the-week circuit. Having never seen the outside of the bush, Croc is awfully rough around the edges, but that’s a big part of his allure. His leathered skin bears the grime of a hundred missed showers, his loud takes on gender and society are equally unkempt and he’s always the first to throw a punch, but he’s big enough to listen and to change if he thinks the other side is making sense. Dundee’s earnest, inquisitive nature sees him through some major social faux pas, like the moment he asks a black cab driver which tribe he’s from or feels up a transvestite to find out for sure. Uncouth, distasteful gestures, sure, but he means no harm and the offended soon recognize that, exhale, excuse him and make friends. This actually feels refreshing in the modern climate; the idea of a wronged party understanding innocuous intent and extending (or accepting) an olive branch. Mick’s broad, chummy smile motivates most of those reactions. People just want to give him the benefit of the doubt, viewing audience included. He may be gruff and abrupt, but he’d just as soon buy you a drink as knock your lights out. Not a particularly special movie, Dundee’s first rodeo is best served as a single-note romp through a rapidly fading chapter of the US story. Memories of an age when we could still collectively step back and laugh at all the stupid, insensitive things we might say or do while trying to make a good first impression. Or to gain our bearings in an unfamiliar environment. Decidedly a one-man show, it still manages a number of big laughs and its ninety lightweight minutes breeze right by. I didn’t catch a single whiff of romance between the headline stars, though.

"Crocodile Dundee" is incredibly cute. It moves along at a good pace and there is fun to be had in every scene. If you can overlook some language and drug references, this is fun to watch with a kid. I give it a C, if you've already seen the best, but you insist on watching a movie, try this one out.

Fairly entertaining fish out of water film with good acting though probably doesn't hold up that well.

On connaît "l'humour" (entre guillemets !) américain et son cortège de films idiots pour les bouffeurs de hamburgers lobotomisés mais connaissez-vous l'humour australien ? non ? eh bien tant mieux. En fait, il ne faut pas connaître. Vous pourriez faire une mongolite aigüe. Mais si vous voulez vous y risquer (à vos risques et périls), tentez de regarder un "Crocodile Dundee"... Pas besoin de tenir jusqu'au bout, sauf à des fins d'étude scientifique comparative (avec les Amerloques pour voir qui remporte la palme...). Une certaine durée suffira mais cela dépend de votre endurance : je crois en tout cas que c'est un boulot rêvé pour Forrest, Forrest Gump. Le sieur Dundee donc boulotte des crocos avec un couteau et traîne une jolie grognasse avec lui dans la jolie nature australienne, puis à New York où il fait connaissance avec les indigènes locaux. La blonde n'a pas inventé l'eau tiède mais elle ne porte jamais de soutif, donc ça fera l'affaire. Mais entre les deux, j'ignore qui est le plus débile. J'ai presque eu un rictus cependant, il me faut l'avouer, lorsque les soûlards dégomment des kangourous au fusil sur leur pickup parce qu'il faut pas se moquer et que ça n'a pas l'air comme ça mais dégommer ces bestiaux sauteurs, ce n'est pas une mince affaire. On m'a dit de toute façon l'autre mercredi à dîner, que le plus efficace, c'était le boomerang : "ça vous décapite un kangourou à 50 mètres !" Bon, à part ça, je meuble cette critique comme ce pseudo-film à deux dollars australiens tente de se meubler lui-même, à savoir une suite de "gags" dont Vidéogag n'a pas voulu : trop australien, leur a-t-on dit. Et puis le croco ne pète pas, ne rote pas et ne bouffe personne. Même pas ce vieux con et son chapeau élimé, que même les aborigènes là-bas, ils l'ont même pas invité à dîner. Et pourtant, c'était un mercredi soir.