I loved this film as a kid and it has led to my continued fascination with things that are inappropriately big or inappropriately small. Admittedly the film is just a series of set-pieces of such moments, but I would argue that a right-minded child doesn't need more than that. To quote Armando Iannucci, "What's big and small at the same time? A big egg!"
If this film has a fatal flaw, it's that it fails to truly capitalize on the comedic genius of Rick Moranis - in fact, his performance here feels uncommonly subdued. But what helps "Honey" endure is its willingness, despite the Disney logo, to convey the sheer hell these kids go through: by the time the credits roll, our young leads have been dirtied, cut up, bloodied, and bruised, lending the film verisimilitude.
Somehow, I can't look at the title without hearing it in my head as a shrieking, loud voice. That's the main problem with this movie, for me. Histeria* is not funny. You can be loud and frantic all you want, if you don't have the comedy to back it up, forget it. Just compare this with Home Alone. Macaulay Culkin was a poor actor, but his underacting was supported by well constructed gags. This is just... Ahhhh, blah.