Ron Howard attempts to out-Spielberg Spielberg in the mawkish tale of old people finding reinvigoration at the hands of kindly aliens from another planet. The reasons for its appeal are fairly obvious, especially if you are old. After taking a dip in a swimming pool where the eponymous cocoons are kept, errant inhabitants from a nearby residential home find their energy levels boosted and (gulp) their libido resuscitated. They, of course, love it. The government however is not convinced that the best use for these cocoons is to get Hume Cronyn and Don Ameche laid, and they set about trying to prise their wrinkled fingers off them. Steve Guttenberg is on hand to try and help those old folks keep their cocoons but without his Police Academy buddies on hand, he seems a bit ineffectual. One for the coffin dodgers.