A remake of the 1968 Lucille Ball-Henry Fonda vehicle,
Yours, Mine and Ours is less a movie than a series of kids-in-an-uproar scenes. Unfortunately, most of these scenes are neither comic nor clever. The set-up never pays off, as the characters remain one-dimensional and the emotional stakes only vaguely sketched. Given the traumas that lie behind the kids' resistance to change, the film's treatment of their struggles seems careless. Yes, it's a comedy, but it's not very funny.
Frank and Helen succumb to the kids' machinations and are on the verge of splitting and he's offered a promotion by his Commandant (Rip Torn), which means he and his kids can move away to Washington, DC and leave the Norths in Connecticut. At this point the plot falls apart completely, as the kids reverse course and must engineer, at the last minute, their parent's reconciliation. It's predictable but also nonsensical.