After failing miserably to duplicate the success and quality of Tim Burton's Pee Wee's Big Adventure with Big Top Pee-Wee, one has to wonder why director Randal Kleiser would get the keys to another popular franchise. Perhaps Kleiser isn't completely to blame, but Honey, I Blew Up the Kid is an altogether unworthy follow-up to 1989's Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, nonetheless. Stinking of greed on the part of all parties involved and featuring performances that are completely phoned in, the sequel is a dull rehash of the first film without any of the elements that made that one so exciting. Whereas Honey, I Shrunk the Kids created a fanciful world for its miniature characters to explore, the sequel simply has a giant baby threatening to unwittingly terrorize Las Vegas. The B-movie plot fits well, though, as the overall quality is on par with the schlockiest that cinema has to offer.