Mac and Me is another one of those transcendental experiences -- a film so awful, a film so wrongheaded in all its aspects, a film so cynically devised and ham-fistedly executed that it practically redefines the idea of the bad film. An obvious rip-off of the Steven Spielberg classic, E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, M&M (ironically one of the few products not plugged during the film) takes the scenario of a stranded alien adopted by a lonely boy and replaces stellar filmmaking with ill-advised "comedy," and a sense of wonder with endless product placements. Plus: unmotivated chases, bad alien makeup, a dance sequence at a McDonald's, a rampaging vacuum cleaner, reckless vandalism, and a boy in a wheelchair rolling down a hill to his imminent death. It's fun!
So sit back, unwrap your Big Mac, pour a nice, hearty bowl of Skittles, open up a can of Coca-Cola, keep a roll of Brawny paper towels handy, shut off your Sears power tools (we could go on), and join Andrea Lipinski, Kevin Lauderdale, and I as we tackle one of cinema's true monuments of awfulness.