A blunt and downright rude image consultant (Bruce Willis, smirking with impunity) confronts his stifled Inner Child -- literally -- when his eight-year-old self, or in other words his self of thirty-two years earlier, suddenly pops up, pudgy, mop-headed, mush-mouthed, in a loud red windbreaker, and without even the flimsiest supernatural rationale. The titular kid (the sitcommy Spencer Breslin) takes no interest in, or notice of, the three decades of changes in the world around him: he's far more astounded to find that he doesn't yet own a dog at the age of forty. Sentimental and sententious family film from Disney (Jon Turteltaub, director); luscious photography, if it matters, by Peter Menzies, Jr. Nothing on screen arouses more of a sense of wonder and amazement than the colors of the liquor bottles above a run-of-the-gin-mill bar. Emily Mortimer, Lily Tomlin. (2000) — Duncan Shepherd
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