What You Need To Know:
(B, V, L) Heartwarming, extremely pro-family movie marred by a smattering of slapstick violence (hitting police officer, car hangs from top of building with passengers inside, door slammed on man's nose, reckless driving, child runs through a wall, destruction of property, exploding airplane, & girl gagged & bound) and one exclamatory profanity which could be construed as an exclamatory prayer.
After inadvertently shrinking his children with a particle beam in 1989, madcap inventor Wayne Szalinski is at it again. This time, Wayne’s baby, Adam, wanders in front of his latest experiment: an enlargement ray. Confronted by his wife, Wayne admits: “HONEY, I BLEW UP THE KID.” Meanwhile, their teenage son, Nick, is lovesick with his first teenage crush: a 14-year-old named Mandy. Comic complications abound when Adam’s growth skyrockets. With Mom, Dad, Nick, and Mandy in hot pursuit, Adam heads for Las Vegas for a final showdown. In an attempt to restore Adam, the family develops a creative solution that involves hordes of police cars, an ice cream truck, a lullaby, an electromagnetic flux, and his mother’s loving touch.
With surprises at every turn, HONEY, I BLEW UP THE KID unfolds with dynamic colors and special effects as well as brilliant execution, editing and acting performances. As a fantastic tall tale, it presents a pro-family scenario featuring three powerful moral lessons: (1) children need moms and dads; (2) only parents have the responsibility for their children; and, (3) the world needs people who are different (even “nerdy” geniuses like Wayne). The best family film of 1992, HONEY, I BLEW UP THE KID, with its riveting action, appeals to all generations.