The title says it all. In this bland third installment of the Crocodile Dundee franchise, the wild man of the Australian outback goes to LA with his woman (Kozlowski) and kid and well, that's about it. The screenwriters (of whom Paul Hogan is one) try to spruce things up by introducing a profoundly foolish subplot in which Mick gets involved in an international smuggling ring, but it's really just an excuse for Hogan and his fellow rugged Aussie, Jacko (Alec Wilson), to try to find pedestrian humour in the culture of LA. If this sounds like fun, by all means go and see Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles. If you've got a sense of humour however, best stay away. Well away.
