Director: Stewart Raffill
Stars: Jade Calegory, Jonathan Ward, Katrina Caspary, Christine Ebersole, Lauren Stanley
A critic's take: “Mac and Me is such a shameless clone that its cute little alien has E. T.'s gangly, prune-skinned body, his elongated arms and fingers, his enormous, mournful eyes—that look of a cross between an infant and his own grandfather. Only a 2-year-old or an amnesiac might be surprised at any of this film's Spielbergian turns.” - Caryn James (The New York Times)
Why it's bad (meaning good): You don’t have to like Mac And Me, but you should at least admire director/co-writer Stewart Raffill for his humongous stones. Six years after Steven Spielberg’s E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial blew audiences away in 1982, Raffill and co-writer Steve Feke’s showed Hollywood and audiences alike just how blatantly and shamelessly they could rip Spielberg off with Mac And Me.
A woefully ham-fisted debacle, Mac And Me takes the same exact plot (lonely boy befriends lonely, government-targeted alien), title conceit (MAC stands for Mysterious Alien Creature), and imagery (boy riding on wheels with alien beside him) from E.T., only adding to the overcooked, sentimental cheese by having its protagonist be wheelchair bound.
As an accidentally riotous failure, Mac And Me comes highly recommended, but its real purpose requires a line of shot glasses, some hard liquor, and a bunch of thirsty friends. Once you’ve gathered them all around, play the “Mac And Me Drinking Game” (trademark: Complex), during which everyone must take a shot whenever Raffill’s film displays one of its countless product placements. By the time the five-minute dance sequence featuring Ronald McDonald is over, it’ll be a race to the nearest porcelain god to see who throws up first.