It could be argued, I suppose, that the dog reference in the title of John Travolta’s latest mindless mainstream movie stands in higher regard than the pigs in Wild Hogs, yet another abysmally bad broad comedy the dancing fool attached himself to recently. There’s a baseline degree to the humor that dwells far below the standard of even a 5-year-old boy in each case, but Travolta and his co-stars — here it is fellow bottom feeder Robin Williams — don’t blink before signing on the dotted line.
Travolta and Williams play best friends and business partners in a sports marketing firm who, as crazy plotting would have it, find themselves in charge of a pair of 7-year-old twins for a couple of weeks, and we all know what happens when a couple of guys have to take care of kids in movies, right? Ludicrous shenanigans ensue that borrow liberally from America’s Funniest Home Videos.
Everything and everyone other than Travolta and Williams waste screen time walking through this obvious minefield of mishaps and mangled comic mayhem, but I have to acknowledge that I’ve never seen two actors work so hard for a laugh in my life. Too bad that the effort is so embarrassing, although it’s worth noting that even an old dog would have known to stay away from this piece of crap. Grade: F