Once again, poor yuppie Billy Crystal is having trouble at work. Although he's inexplicably fallen upward from failed ad salesman to station manager, has the house in the Westchester with enough land for a bull, and has a wife who's out of his league. All that and he's only turning 40.
His only trouble (aside from a mother whose still alive and loves him and calls him on his birthday) is that he gave a job to his friend and his loser brother has come to stay. Oh, and he thinks he's being haunted by the ghost of Jack Palance, who's looking for his lost dignity. They even manage to spend a whole sentence on why the fluffy blonde Meg Ryan chick from the first movie never came back.
Crystal finds a treasure map and decides to take a side trip from a Las Vegas convention to get the gold. For some reason he decides not to just take an extra couple days there as vacation, but instead lies to his wife about his intentions, even though she was completely understanding about his spending two weeks playing cowboy last year. Oh look, plot tension.
A little Jon Lovitz goes a long way, and there's enough of his usual shmuck routine to last you the rest of your life here.
Throw in a complete recycling of the two bad guys routine, a stupid rip-off of Temple of Doom mine car railroad stuff, and a completely contrived ending in which Parlance has found the gold (and has proof) and yet claims he needs Crystal to help him find the gold.
His only trouble (aside from a mother whose still alive and loves him and calls him on his birthday) is that he gave a job to his friend and his loser brother has come to stay. Oh, and he thinks he's being haunted by the ghost of Jack Palance, who's looking for his lost dignity. They even manage to spend a whole sentence on why the fluffy blonde Meg Ryan chick from the first movie never came back.
Crystal finds a treasure map and decides to take a side trip from a Las Vegas convention to get the gold. For some reason he decides not to just take an extra couple days there as vacation, but instead lies to his wife about his intentions, even though she was completely understanding about his spending two weeks playing cowboy last year. Oh look, plot tension.
A little Jon Lovitz goes a long way, and there's enough of his usual shmuck routine to last you the rest of your life here.
Throw in a complete recycling of the two bad guys routine, a stupid rip-off of Temple of Doom mine car railroad stuff, and a completely contrived ending in which Parlance has found the gold (and has proof) and yet claims he needs Crystal to help him find the gold.