It’s... fine. Reviewed on the next Flop House.
Whenever it's a light comedy about moviemaking, focused on Hoskins, Caine, or Pfeiffer, it's sweet and pleasant enough, with some really likable performances.
Whenever it focuses on the main character, played by writer/director Alan Alda (who's basically the 70's/early 80's sensitive pseudo-intellectual Alda character that "Oh, Hello" mercilessly mocked), the movie's a real drag.
What if a kid basically had a pet Pinhead, but — unlike the old suburban fantasy films this movie quotes — the family that adopts the monster is deeply dysfunctional and amoral (in the most lovable way)?
My friend Stuart has a small part in this movie, and I take great comfort knowing that the universe somehow saw fit to let him to be in the most Stuart movie ever.