'Honey I Blew Up the Kid'
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| ‘Honey, I Blew Up the Kid’ By Hal Hinson Washington Post Staff Writer July 17, 1992 | ||
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And yet, Disney's "Honey, I Blew Up the Kid" squanders most of the comic opportunities its premise offers. As one-joke movies go, it's fairly inoffensive but also never better than mildly diverting. The central notion here is that if a baby is cute, then a giant baby is hugely cute. And the blond baby Adam, a miniature then skyscraper-tall hellion, is truly adorable stomping around in his bright red overalls.
But the problem is that babies can't talk, and, as a result, the movie has an inarticulate center. All he can do isbaby stuff like putting a full-size car into his mouth. And the characters around him, Moranis's included, aren't engaging enough to distract us from this void.
Directed routinely by journeyman Randall Kleiser, "Honey, I Blew Up the Kid" really is a Godzilla movie, except that this beast pelts innocent onlookers with windshield-smashing peppermints and drags around agiant bunny. The first "Honey" film had a wiggy sense of comedy, but the sequel is more in the "Absent-Minded Professor" mode. It's squaresville.
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