Spikeopath Mick "Crocodile" Dundee (Paul Hogan) is in Los Angeles with his son and Sue Charlton (Linda Kozlowski), his longtime companion. There's something amiss in the world of movies and art, and Dundee is soon to be right in the middle of it.Undeniably the worst of the three Crocodile Dundee movies, to the point where you wonder just why anyone at the studio gave it the green light? By the time Crocodile Dundee II came out in 1988, it was obvious that much of the charm and adventure like magic from the first film had greatly diminished. So fast forward 13 years and they saw fit to produce another movie.Strangely enough it turns out to not be a complete stinker, yes the formula is tired, I mean how many times can you do the fish out of water comedy before it gets lame? But there's some genuinely funny sequences in here, with barbed asides towards the movie industry and the American way of life. Hogan and Kozlowski are still likable leads, their chemistry cemented, and if you can get past the stereotypes on show (they forgot this was not the 80s!) there's some fun to be had on a time waster basis.Instantly forgettable, and certainly not needed, it is however a pic that fans of the first two films can find a modicum of comfort in. 5.5/10

Phil Hubbs Well I guess you know what I'm gonna say about this third sequel. The first film was great and the second was decent enough but was walking a tightrope in terms of how much further they could take the franchise. This final film falls from that tightrope right into a large vat of poo.The idea is weak, so very weak. The intrepid bushman is back, this time in LA, why? because his love must go there to run the family newspaper business for a time. This of course equals lots of pathetic predictable visual gags that refer to LA culture and anything remotely well known in the area. For example Dundee goes to Paramount Studios for a tour, he ends up as an extra on movie sets and there is a hideous cameo by Mike Tyson, pretty much all the things you would expect from a comedy film set in the vile city of LA.Its sad because it just seems that LA has nothing to offer in terms of locations or ideas that somehow don't end up revolving around the film business. I mean there are other tacky moments of course, you have the obligatory attempted drive by mugging by some stereotypical Latin American youths, dubious nightclubs, airhead blondes, fast food drive thru's etc...but still the whole thing still ends up revolving around the movie business with most sequences taking place on movie sets.I get the impression that because the first two films were set in New York, movie folk in LA (the West) were jealous so they had to make another with Dundee in their neck of the woods battling with their cross cultural problems (gotta have something to do with LA it seems, can't not have that *groan*). I mean really, the whole notion is such a waste of time, you could of made a much better go of it in another country at least. Try Dundee in Japan or Russia or Italy or where ever! sure the whole idea is still stretched and pointless but at least it would be more interesting, but no lets make it in LA, cos we can't possibly leave out LA.Ignoring all rational advice we have this terrible result, a total cheese fest. Admittedly the continuity is again good with cast members returning, down side is Dundee now has a brat (son of 'Crocodile' Dundee? thank god not yet), luckily he is not involved too much which begs the question why put him in there in the first place?. Hogan still defies the laws of time and looks damn good as Dundee, his weather beaten tanned leathery face still looks youngish as does his body, makeup aside.With US/Hollywood meddling this final chapter in the Aussie franchise is a by the numbers load of fluffy crapola that didn't even need to be made. Could of been reasonable with better imagination, maybe a new location instead of boring LA...and what the hell happened to his croc skin waistcoat?! Guess that wasn't very PC for nowadays.3/10

Sean Kaye I found the script to be just one cliché after the next. Many reviewers here say it is good 'Family fun'. If I had kids I might understand what that means but it seems to mean 'non-offensive pablum for the masses' and that's about all it is. Watching it reminded me of seeing the 1978 Gilligan's Island movie which was very depressing. Paul Hogan was about 47 when he did the first Crocodile movie but he was about 62 in this one so it's just not believable -- after 15 years he's still wearing the same black hat, has the same naivety about city-slickers. The jokes and script are very poorly written. It's like they hired writers that normally write for teen TV sitcoms like 'The Suite Life'. BLECH! Don't waste your time.

Jackson Booth-Millard I remember seeing a short trailer on TV for this third instalment, I said to someone that it was meant to be rubbish, it was only years later I realised that was true to life, from director Simon Wincer (Free Willy). Basically Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee (Paul Hogan) and girlfriend Sue Charleton (Linda Kozlowski) have settled into a life living in Mick's home country of Australia, along with their son Mikey (Serge Cockburn). Sue has been contacted by her father who owns a newspaper, and he needs her to return home to America to help on an article, and Mick with Mikey in tow come along with her. They are now in Los Angeles, California, where the newspaper article leads Sue to a sleazy film producer, and Mick gets a job as a monkey wrangler at the Hollwood studio he owns. This is obviously an undercover thing, while at the same time there are the small occasions where Mikey and his father are the fish out of water like before. The big cover looks like a big drug deal, and it involves some pricey paintings, and in the end Mick foils the plan and stop the gangsters, and Mick and Sue with their son return to Australia to officially marry. Also starring Jere Burns as Arnan Rothman, Jonathan Banks as Milos Drubnik, Alec Wilson as Jacko, Gerry Skilton as Nugget O'Cass, Steve Rackman as Donk, David Ngoombujarra as Arthur, Aida Turturro as Jean Ferraro, Paul Rodriguez as Diego, Mike Tyson and George Hamilton. With the second film being made thirteen years before, and Hogan being sixty two years old, it was pretty obvious this might not work, it is a ridiculous story that repeats all the once charming laughs with the out of place outlander, and I agree not even the catchphrase "No worries, mate" sparks a smile, a boring and pointless comedy adventure. It was nominated the Razzie for Worst Remake or Sequel. Poor!