Just the phrase Honey, I Shrunk the Kids raises my pulse, because it’s connected to what I consider the scariest film of my lifetime — and certainly the movie that personally terrified me the most: The Disney theme-park attraction Honey, I Shrunk the Audience.
(The original Honey, I Shrunk the Audience film was housed in the Imagination Pavilion at Epcot.)
Honey, I Shrunk the Audience demolished the perceived boundary between movie and viewer, and with it that sense of security.
I would personally be a lot less worried about my children watching an episode of Lizzie McGuire than Honey, I Shrunk the Audience.