It is quintessentially 1980s to have a “family comedy” in which parental neglect nearly leads to children’s lives being ended in horrific, unimaginable ways, and still have it be a charming film.
In “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids,” Rick Moranis, an inventor(?), builds a complex size-altering laser, the intricate settings of which are easily altered by a baseball that crashes into it from the window. The laser, rather than merely exploding the children and their neighbors, shrinks them. The plot soon finds them in the backyard, where they are nearly carried off by giant bees, crushed by mortar-like water drops from the sprinkler, eviscerated by a gargantuan scorpion, sliced apart by the lawnmower, and finally almost devoured by their own father in his bowl of Cheerios.
But yeah, it’s a charming little family comedy from my childhood with inventive sets and props, and Rick Moranis is great. Still, I’m kind of glad Emmie decided not to pay any attention.