Before it collapses under the weight of its own strained concept – that Bruce Willis’ narcissistic image consultant is visited by his 8-year-old self to learn what really matters in life – this hits on a few moments of knowing charm (the little boy cannot believe his older counterpart doesn’t remember the momentous day an opossum ran under their house). By the end, however, director Jon Turteltaub (Phenomenon) gets so wrapped up in the logistics of getting the kid back to his own time that all of the breezy insouciance is lost.
