Clifford

Synopsis: In this dark comedy, a mischievous ten-year-old boy named Clifford is sent to his Uncle Martin's for the weekend to get out of his father's hair. It turns out he has a dying obsession to go to Dinosaur World, a theme park near Martin's house and nothing will get in his way to get there.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Paul Flaherty
Production: MGM
 
IMDB:
5.3
Rotten Tomatoes:
9%
PG
Year:
1994
90 min
231 Views


From the beginning of time, children have

dreamed of exciting and perilous adventures.

Although the adventures are exciting for

the child, they can be perilous for adults.

This is one such story...

Hi, Leanord.

How are you doing?

Our tale begins,

once upon a time, in the future.

The year is 2050.

Hey, father Cliff?

Hello, Victor. Boys.

So, what's the story on this Roger kid,

he's gonna get booted out of here?

- I hope not, son.

- But he's the bad kid, father.

You weren't exactly as saint when you

first got here now, were you, Victor?

Let's we forget.

Goodbye, boys.

Who is--

I say, who is throwing--

Father Clifford!

What are you doing, Roger?

Are you running away?

- Oh, me? No, no.

What would make you think that?

I just, I lost my balance while

cleaning my outside windows!

Cleaning your windows

with a suitcase for you?

Roger!

My heart,

it hurts.

Oh, no.

- Look, who's recovered.

- Let go off me!

What seems to be the problem.

And whenever there's something I really

really want there is always some adult

who comes along and says "No!"

like Mr. Prom,

The other day he said I could be on the

basketball team and then he said I couldn't.

And you felt that blowing up the gymnasium

was an appropriate response, then?

Yes I did.

Even though your parents were

the ones who told Mr. Prom

that they didn't want you

playing any contact sports.

My parents say "No" to everything I want.

You know, the other boys are

very angry at you, Roger.

I don't care what they think.

Why are you running away?

- What is you IQ, son?

- 185.

You're really genious. Mines 190.

Oh, wait. I forgot. Mine is 195.

Oh, wait. I forgot. Mine is almost 200.

That's not really the point.

The point is people like you and I,

when we get very frustrated.

It can cause a lot of damage.

- You're not like me!

- Why, cause I'm all grown up?

That's true, I've changed.

When I was your age,

Let me tell you a story

about when I was your age.

I was travelling with my parents

to the island of Hawaii.

Weather conditions seem fastly improve, Stephen.

I think we can now safely

proceed with scheduled lift off.

Would you please stop

hitting the back of my chair.

I am trying to sleep!

- I'm sorry, miss nice older person.

But, I don't know what you talking about.

Perhaps we were just having a nightmare

about your early days in the circus.

One more word out of you,

I call the flight attendant.

Wasn't very nice the mean old lady to

smash your collarbone, was it Stephen?

"Ladies and Gentleman, we'll be passing over

Los Angeles in just about 10 minutes."

"The skies are crystal clear, so it should be

smooth sailing all the way to Honolulu.

God damn it! Clifford!

Why did you wake me?

- I didn't wake you, Stepehen did!

Why wouldn't you let him sleep?

Now that you are awake,

I'd like to ask you, my papa.

When we land in Los Angeles, can we then

immediately go to Dinasour World?

How many times do I have to tell you son?

The plane doesn't go to Los Angeles.

It goes directly to Honolulu.

- But how can that be, papi?

- How can what be?

That on my birthday of all days, I can be so close to

dinosaur world and yet so far away.

Don't you start with me,

your birthday was 6 months ago.

Clifford, dad is on a bussiness trip.

And this is not a vacation.

So, would you drop this Dinosaur World

thing for 5 seconds, ha?

Would you do that for me, ha, would you?

Boy, you're driving me crazy!

Looks like dady's gonna have a big stroke.

- Then he was talking like that.

- Oh, I swear to God.

Clifford!

Clifford, would you just stop for just 1 minunte?

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