Any Rascals fan has seen this scene more than once. So why reshoot the raillery for contemporary kids? They've all got cable and VCRs and can enjoy Hal Roach's irascible snot-noses any day of the week. If they want a mouthful of bubbles, they eat Pop-Rocks.
Rascals director Penelope Spheeris first attracted attention with her Decline of Western Civilization movies, but of late she's become the movies' reigning retro-queen. She was the eye behind the viewfinder for Wayne's World and The Beverly Hillbillies, two films that had their stories and their audiences ready and waiting. The Little Rascals fits into this same ready-and-waiting category. At this point one can admire Ms. Spheeris' Protestant work ethic, but whether or not she has any artistic, or even hack-work, ideal is open to debate.
The new Rascals' capers are carefully shot on locations that show the L.A. skyline on the horizon. Otherwise, the whole show is the same old shtick -- scads of the stock gags shoved into a feature film. The plot's familiar, too: Alfalfa loses face with his woman-hating, he-man friends by falling for Darla. Darla falls for the rich kid. A talent show takes up part of the middle of the movie and then there's a big go-cart race. The suspense is nonexistent.
The original Rascals stuck to two-reelers and then TV shows. This time, the wacky kids are trotted out for 72 long minutes of mugging and pratfalls. Small children can sit still through this, but only because they're numbed. The children I saw in the audience were too bored to misbehave. Imagine: a theater auditorium almost full of kids with no wild ones running up and down the isles squealing about the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. No pre-schoolers bouncing in their seats, humming tunelessly to songs of their own invention. Instead, the children sat, glassy-eyed and silent, in their seats.
On screen, our gang was more animated, but they simply didn't have anything to do, really, but be cute. They're even cute while the credits roll. (The dog, by the way, is great, though the monkey sucks.)
Hal Roach did admirably dumb things with kids and animals in his Little Rascals, but that was then and this is now. The original Rascals weren't loved for their stunts; they were loved for getting away with what every kid wanted to do. And if the new Little Rascals doesn't give modern kids that needed thrill, fear not. There is a low-budget series that offers cheap shots and juvenile humor for our times. It offers rascals (if not Rascals) who get away with being completely stupid and not having to worry about the economy or the environment or full-scale thermonuclear war. It does what this movie couldn't, and for a lot less money. It's called Beavis and Butthead. (The MTV generation also has a Deanna Durbin, by the way. It's Clarissa Darling of Clarrisa Explains It All on Nickelodeon.)
The Little Rascals.
Directed by Penelope Spheeris. Starring Travis Tedford, Bug Hall and Brittany Ashton Holmes.