Parents' Guide to Baby Geniuses

Several factors work together in making Baby Geniuses a joyless viewing experience. Let's start with a premise that's no more than a veiled excuse to abuse digital effects so that toddlers' mouths and actions can mimic those of adults. The result: supposedly brilliant kids who spend their time parodying Saturday Night Fever and musing about "diaper gravy." The humor seems to be aimed primarily at a young audience, and yet certain scenes are obviously inappropriate for them. After the genius Sly escapes -- by stowing away in a P. Oopie Bottoms diaper truck -- he roughs up a homeless man and takes his clothes, then hops in an unattended stroller and tells the infant girl inside, "Look, I got a problem. Take off your clothes." "Okay, slick," she says, "but at least you could take me to dinner first." He exits the buggy a moment later in her clothes. "Call me," she says.

To the film's credit, it succeeds in making the children appear at least as intelligent as the adults, but even there it has help. Kathleen Turner, who must surely know what the bottom of the barrel tastes like by now, reaches for something akin to Glenn Close's showy performance in 101 Dalmatians, but her rabid snarling is merely embarrassing. There are plenty of other wrenches in the works, one of which invariably hits handyman Dom DeLuise in the grapes, but there's no need to press the point. Suffice to say that Bob Clark, who somehow also wrote and directed 1983's funny and peculiar A Christmas Story, can suffer for his art all he wants; he doesn't have to drag us into it.