Stars: Robin Williams, Sally Field, Pierce Brosnan, Harvey Fierstein, Polly Holliday
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Family
Rating: PG-13 (Parental Guidance Suggested)
Runtime: 125 minutes
This huge 1993 hit for Robin Williams and director Chris Columbus (Home Alone), based on a novel called Alias Madame Doubtfire by Anne Fine, stars Williams as a loving but flaky father estranged from his frustrated wife (Sally Field). Devastated by a court order limiting his time with the children, Williams's character disguises himself as a warm, old British nanny who becomes the kids' best friend. As with Dustin Hoffman's performance in Tootsie, Williams's drag act--buried under layers of latex and padding--is the show, and everything and everyone else on screen serves his sometimes frantic role. Since that's the case, it's fortunate that Williams is Williams, and his performance is terribly funny at times and exceptionally believable in those scenes where his character misses his children. Playing Williams's brother, a professional makeup artist, Harvey Fierstein has a good support role in a bright sequence where he tries a number of feminine looks on Williams before settling on Mrs. Doubtfire's visage. --Tom Keogh
Daniel, that line was not in the script. Why did you add it?
I thought I should comment on the situation.
The fact that Pudgy the Parrot has a cigarette shoved into his mouth is morally irresponsible.
This is a cartoon. Not a freakin' Oprah Winfrey special.
Lou, millions of children see this cartoon, it's like sending each of them a pack of cigarettes and saying "light up."
How about we take a vacation, take the kids, get you away from work, you'll see that you're a different person. You are. You're great.
But our problems would be waiting for us when we got back.
Well we'll move, and hopefully our problems won't follow us.
Daniel, please don't joke. We're far apart. We're different. We have nothing in common.
Sure we do. We love each other... We love each other... Don't we?
I want a divorce.
Sink the sub. Hide the weasel. Park the porpoise. A bit of the old Humpty Dumpty, Little Jack Horny, the Horizontal Mambo, hmm? The Bone Dancer, Rumpleforeskin, Baloney Bop, a bit of the cunning linguisitics?
Mrs. Doubtfire, please.
Oh I'm sorry, am I being a little graphic? I'm sorry. Well, I hope you're up for a little competition. She's got a power tool in the bedroom, dear. It's her own personal jackhammer. She could break sidewalk with that thing. She uses it and the lights dim, it's like a prison movie. Amazed she hasn't chipped her teeth.