On the face of it, Dickie Roberts seems like a cracking idea for a comedy. Its about what happens when one of Americas most loved child stars becomes all grown up and nobody wants to know any more. He spends his days being mocked in the street by those who still recognise his now-craggy face, desperately hunting for any TV or film work that might reignite his stardom, and best of all playing poker with Corey Feldman, Screech from Saved by the Bell, and half the cast of The Brady Bunch.
Its the brainchild of David Spade, a writer-comedian-actor who, ironically, is forever destined to play second fiddle to the Steve Martins, Jim Carreys and Adam Sandlers of this world. He knows all about the never-ending search for that one big role, so perhaps theres more than a little of himself in his Dickie character.
There are three main reasons why the concept turns out not to work as well as you might hope. Firstly, by the time it reaches the halfway mark it has nowhere to go weve heard Dickies story, weve done the bit about him falling into Celebrity Boxing, weve seen him chase the likes of Tom Arnold and Brendan Fraser around town trying to land himself some work. So the film is left with no option but to pad itself out by taking a ridiculous plot turn in this case Dickies decision to hire himself a family who, for $20,000, are willing to treat him like a kid and enable him to recapture his lost childhood. Nonsense.
Secondly, there are huge chunks of the film which, in these days of Gary Glitter revelations and Michael Jackson court cases, are just massively uncomfortable to watch. He takes to leading a group of kids merrily around the streets, lures a couple of them up to a tree house and, even though his adopted fam know hes a bit of a weirdo (his many bizarre traits include compulsive glove-wearing), they allow him to share a bedroom with their two kids. Worst of all is the bit where were forced to sit through a lengthy dance scene where a 13-year-old girl pretends to be Britney Spears, just so Dickie can squeeze in a slut punch-line at the end of it. To be honest, its all more than a little disturbing.
Thirdly, and perhaps most damaging of all for a comedy, is that its just not particularly funny. True, there are a couple of laugh-out-loud moments (one involving a champagne cork and another a devil rabbit), but its just not enough to make it a success. In fact, by the time weve reached the end, all attempts at raising a chortle seem to have been bypassed completely, and weve been dragged kicking and screaming into the land of schmaltz.