Kangaroo | Jack

What audiences got was something much weirder, much cruder, and for an 8-year-old in 2003, often terrifyingly boring. The film stars Jerry O'Connell and Anthony Anderson as Charlie and Louis, two small-time Brooklyn hustlers. Charlie owes a mobster (Christopher Walken, in full deadpan menace mode) $100,000. To pay the debt, Charlie agrees to deliver a mysterious package to a crime boss in Australia’s Outback. Louis, a hapless wannabe hairstylist, tags along.

But there is a strange affection for it now. In an era of safe, algorithm-driven IP sequels, Kangaroo Jack feels like an anomaly: a big-studio, wide-release film that is inexplicably weird, sweaty, and hostile to its intended audience. It is not a good movie. It is barely a coherent one. Kangaroo Jack

Director David McNally has since admitted the film was a nightmare to edit, as the studio wanted a kids’ movie, but the footage was essentially a buddy-crime caper. The result is tonally schizophrenic. One minute, Christopher Walken is threatening to have a man’s tongue cut out; the next, a cartoon kangaroo is rapping "Rapper’s Delight." What audiences got was something much weirder, much