Picks and Pans Review: Till Dad Do Us Part
updated 06/18/2001 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 06/18/2001 AT 01:00 AM EDT
He hasn't met him yet, but investment banker Gavin Corbett (John Larroquette) doesn't like what he hears about the man his daughter Rebecca (Emily Holmes) plans to marry. "He doesn't actually have a job," she says. Strike one. "He has a cause." Strikes two and three.
This early scene, in which Larroquette plays the appalled, possessive papa to perfection, raises hopes that Till Dad Do Us Part will be an amusing variation on the Father of the Bride theme. But as the comedy grows broader and broader, this TV movie wears ever thinner. Attempting to spy on Rebecca's environmentalist fiancé, Gavin falls off a boat and comes home sopping wet to wife Virginia (Larroquette's old Night Court cohort Markie Post). Scheming to push Rebecca into the arms of a handsome junior-executive type, Gavin takes them sailing—and soon all hands are vomiting over the side of a vessel oh-so-appropriately named Nausea. Gavin goes hiking, takes a pratfall and comes under attack by a swarm of bees. Gavin works out at a gym and winds up holding his groin. Larroquette is funny as a guy in a business suit trying to manage his daughter's life. But the more exercise Gavin gets, the less laughing you'll do.
Bottom Line: Broken engagement