Yours, Mine and OursNovember 23, 2005
A widowed Coast Guard Admiral and a widow handbag designer fall in love and marry, much to the dismay of her 10 and his 8 children.
Release Year: 2005
Rating: 4.8/10 (10,578 voted)
Critic's Score: 38/100
Stars: Dennis Quaid, Rene Russo, Jerry O'Connell
Admiral Frank Beardsley returns to New London to run the Coast Guard Academy, his last stop before a probable promotion to head the Guard. A widower with eight children, he runs a loving but tight ship, with charts and salutes. The kids long for a permanent home. Helen North is a free spirit, a designer whose ten children live in loving chaos, with occasional group hugs. Helen and Frank, high school sweethearts, reconnect at a reunion, and it's love at first re-sighting. They marry on the spot. Then the problems start as two sets of kids, the free spirits and the disciplined preppies, must live together. The warring factions agree to work together to end the marriage.
Writers: Ron Burch, David Kidd
Tyler Patrick Jones
(as Lil' JJ)
18 kids, one house, no way.
Release Date: 23 November 2005
Filming Locations: Culver Studios – 9336 W. Washington Blvd., Culver City, California, USA
Box Office Details
Opening Weekend: $17,461,108
(27 November 2005)
Did You Know?
Miki Ishikawa's part was originally written for a boy, but it was changed to a girl for her.
When Frank's eldest daughter is helping him get ready for a date, there is a shot where a piece of metal trim on one of Frank's Coast Guard ribbons is seriously askew; it the next it's completely fixed.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Move it! Move it! Move it!
Move it! Move it! Move it!
That means you too, Ethan. Head ashore, Sailor.
Aye-aye! Head ashore.
It ain't mine, and I'm pretty sure you don't want it to be yours.
"I'd rather be watching a funeral."
That quote, stated by Stephanie after watching Dennis Quaid get hit in
the head for about the 18th time, serves as a strong indictment of this
most unnecessary of remakes, but sadly it's one of the nicest things
one can say about the film.
Easily one of the 10 worst movies of the year, Yours, Mine, and Ours
should be more aptly titled Suck, Suck, and Suck. Is there still a
market for movies that feature little more than a bunch of young kids
eating tons of sweets, splattering a house with paint, and hating each
other? I figured such uncreative antics had run their course, but
perhaps I was wrong. Or perhaps the people involved with this
production simply had no better ideas.
"Were the writers even trying?" Stephanie asked me as Dennis Quaid got
splattered with paint, fell in a pool of goo, and then tripped over a
flatulent pig that, of course, eats at the family dinner table. "No,
they weren't," I replied as I stared dumbfounded at the screen, shaking
my head over the fact that the writers expect us to laugh about kids
vomiting and then falling in it.
I suppose I should commend the movie for warning the audience right
away just how bad a time they can expect to have if they attempt to sit
through the full 90 minutes. If the "Nickelodeon Films" moniker fails
to send up any red flags, then the fact that Dennis Quaid and Rene
Russo (possibly the hottest 51-year-old woman on the planet) meet,
rekindle their high school relationship, get engaged, get married, and
buy a brand new house all within the first 10 minutes should seal the
deal that it's in your best interest to sprint to the exit and ask for
your money back.
There are two legitimately funny scenes in the movie, one involving
Dennis Quaid brushing his tongue. Everything else has been done several
times with equally unfunny results. "Oh look, Dennis Quaid's son has
accidentally started up a forklift at the store! Oh look, Dennis Quaid
just jumped on the forklift and his head is bumping against every box
in the store! Oh look, Dennis Quaid's credibility can actually be seen
leaking out of the screen!" That's what's considered funny these days?
And just when you think things can't get any worse, the writers decide
to blindside us with an ending so ridiculously sappy that you'll be
wishing you brought your trusty yellow bucket and you'll pray for an
end to your dry heaving. I officially hate lighthouses now.
I suppose 10-year-old girls might enjoy this, but if you value your
time or money then I recommend that you stay away. Far away. This is a
movie so the opposite of hilarious that I'm forced to come up with a
new word for it – lolarious (pronounced "low-larious"). Feel free to
use the word amongst friends. Hopefully its popularity will spread and
it will one day be added to the dictionary. At least then I could say
one good thing came out of the film.
As it stands, Yours, Mine, and Ours ain't mine, I'm pretty sure you
don't want it to be yours, and if we made it ours then we'd only end up
arguing over who would be the one to get rid of it.