Follow up to the 1987 film, which left the baby cared for by three 'fathers', little Mary now gets taken to the boys baseball games and her fathers no longer sing her a lullaby - they now perform a rap song. Things seem fairly idyllic, until Sylvia, Mary
Theyre back! Well, Selleck, Guttenberg and Danson anyway, leaving original director Leonard Nimoy as the notable absentee from the 1987 line-up, replaced here by Dirty Dancing helmer Ardolino. And now, five years on, baby Mary has grown into an achingly cute little girl ( Weisman), being raised by her fathers and her English mother Sylvia (Travis). This is all to the disgust of Sylvias mother (Hancock) who views the whole set-up with distaste, calling true dad Jack (Danson) the biological one, while studiously ignoring Peter (Selleck) and Michael (Guttenberg).
Up to this point this sequel scores fairly high on the fun factor, but from the moment Guttenberg and Selleck arrive in England in search of Mary to the strains of Rule Britannia, its time to wheel in every worn out Brit-cliché in the book. Sure enough, theres the sex-starved English schoolmarm, the booze-sodden vicar, the forgetful doddery butler, and numerous shots of narrow country lanes and church steeples.
That said, this sequel is still considerably funnier than the original, with the male leads excelling in their roles.
Thank the Lord there wasn't Three Wrinklies and an Adolescent