By Caren Weiner Campbell
Updated June 02, 1995 at 04:00 AM EDT

Director Ivan Reitman (Twins) milks Junior‘s one joke — Arnold Schwarzenegger gets pregnant! — for all it’s worth, which isn’t much. He laboriously depicts every last gestational cliche, from bizarre food combinations to mood swings to maternity clothes, and in the process he sacrifices all other aspects of the film to its knee-slapping concept. The characters have no recognizable humanity; the ostensibly wacky capers are dull; the emotional crises of childbearing are played for maximum tear-jerking; the political overtones become punchlines. And watching this fluff on the small screen just trivializes it further. In fact, the more viewers are egged on to laugh at Schwarzenegger’s condition, the less funny women — who actually do suffer through these trials — are likely to find it. C-