Richie Rich (PG) has the advantage of a far bigger budget, fittingly for a film about the world's richest kid. But it also has the crippling handicap of Macaulay Cul-kin, who grows increasingly repulsive with encroaching adolescence. The plot, split between assassination attempts on the parents and the isolated Mac's bids for friendship with other children, is quite promising. But it gets bogged down in special effects, with even Mike McShane's enjoyable turn as a mad inventor unable to rescue it. You get the feeling producer Joel Silver was so convinced he was on to a money-spinner he forgot to look at the script.
Angels (U) is probably the best of these films, but may turn out to be the least appreciated. For one thing it flirts with the spiritual and wallows in sentimentality. Worse, it's about baseball, reprising the 1951 American classic, Angels in the Outfield, in which a child enlists angels to give success to a struggling baseball team. The scene when the team's fans all mimic fluttering wings with their hands will have you burying your head in yours. But Danny Glover, as the coach, completes the tricky trip from hardened jock to spiritual softy surprisingly unscathed.Reuse content