Howard The Duck Rob Take one talking duck and an all-girl band and you have a recipe for wackiness! No When George Lucas dies (and it's gonna happen, fanboys, whether you like it or not) this is the movie they're really going to be talking about when they mention his few "box office disappointments." It's a stinker. Based off of a comic which I don't think anybody read anyway, I'd like to say it worked better on paper. Paper that someone spit on, tore in two, fed to a small Skipper Key and then was thrown, dog and all, into the heart of a nuclear furnace. It's really just not that good. Sure you get puns (He's from Marshington, D.C.! Fun!), and the principal from Ferris Beuller, but just about nothing else (and by that I mean Marty's Mom from Back to the Future, or is that Caroline?). Sure, Tim Robbins is in it, but his 10 second role in Top Gun is better than this crap, and he's wearing a mask through most of it. They're are goofy monsters and some stupid bloody stuff but the real problem is just Howard. I mean, he's just a midget in a duck suit. That's a bad skit idea, not a movie. The State came up with better stuff then this (well, maybe not...). I refuse to care about a talking duck, even if he is so trendy and smokes big cigars. All this having been said, I'd still like to recommend this movie. It's important to understand that even someone like George Lucas gets a gutter ball every once in a while. It's pretty good to make fun of and Joe Bo- er, Rob says check it out. All the films stars (who still probably won't talk about it); the amazing teleportation tunnel (oooohhh); Ferris' principal's obvious diploma from the John Lithgow School of Extreme Overacting and Hair Styling (see Buckaroo Bonzai... On second though, don't); Howard's pants (he obviously learned from Donald's mistake); the duck puns at the beginning (a magazine called Playduck! I'm still chuckling!); and the rockingest band since the Bangles.