"Jack" (Ted Danson), "Michael" (Steve Guttenburg) and "Peter" (Tom Selleck) live the lives of three reasonably well-off bachelors until they open the door one morning to find a little bundle of joy complete with a note declaring that "Jack" is the father and that the young girl is all their's! Panic sets in but being men of the world, they quickly adapt (!?!) to parenting with all the right nappies, milk bottles - indeed, you name it and they get it wrong! To add to their woes, another knock at their door reveals that a couple of hoodlums are after another sort of powdery mixture and are convinced that these three have it. What now ensues plays just a bit too much to stereotype for me. The baby does way too much irritating screaming - authentic, I know, but not after ten minutes in a cinema! I can't usually tell Danson and Selleck apart at the best of times and Guttenburg seems to add little to the rather far-fetched dynamic that is cluttered rather than augmented by the gangster thread, then a court hearing, then some antics on a construction site. The original concept is the best thing about it but the execution is over-scripted and just too contrived to stay entertaining beyond the first twenty minutes.
