Robin Williams goes Tootsie on Sally Field’s ass in Chris Columbus’ enjoyable if slightly creepy tale of a divorced dad who disguises himself as a female housekeeper in order to spend more time with his beloved kids. (That, your honour, concludes the case for the defence.)
A relic from a bygone age when Williams was still considered funny, its main appeal now lies in watching a pre-Bond Pierce Brosnan urbanely take abuse as the other man in Robin’s ex-wife’s life.
A planned sequel never materialised, leaving the way clear for Martin Lawrence’s ghastly Big Momma’s House and Tyler Perry’s even-more ghastly Madea.
