Quartile rating: 5.5/10 · 1 rating
Wayne Szalinski is at it again. But instead of shrinking things, he tries to make a machine that can make things grow. As in the first one, his machine isn't quite accurate. But when he brings Nick & his toddler son Adam to see his invention, the machine unexpectedly starts working. And when Adam comes right up to the machine, he gets zapped along with his stuffed bunny.
Honey, I Blew Up the Kid is a serviceable but formulaic sequel that inverts the shrinking premise of the original for mild family entertainment. The plot is a straightforward rehash with little creative ambition beyond the size-reversal gimmick. Acting is adequate but unremarkable, with Rick Moranis doing his familiar bumbling dad routine. Cinematography earns a slight edge for the practical effects and scale work involved in depicting a giant toddler stomping through Las Vegas, which required genuine technical effort. Novelty is low — it recycles the first film's structure almost beat for beat, just in reverse. The ending resolves predictably with no real surprises or emotional payoff.