Radio Flyer (Retro)

by Edward Dunn


RADIO FLYER (1992) PG-13 114 Minutes Director: Richard Donner Writer: David Mickey Evans Lorraine Bracco, John Heard, Elijah Wood
CAST Elijah Wood...Mike Joseph Mazzello...Bobby Lorraine Bracco...Mary John Heard...Officer Jim Daugherty Adam Baldwin...The King Ben Johnson...Geronimo Bill Tom Hanks...Older Mike / Narrator

Somebody’s cold one is givin’ me chills

— Weezer, “Say It Ain’t So”

As a kid, I sometimes took things apart, but I never had much interest in putting them back together. My preferred form of construction was less mechanical: I disappeared into movies and television, using other people's stories to put some distance between myself and whatever I didn't want to think about. Telling it that way now, I can't be sure how much of it is memory and how much is the shape I've given it over time. I can't relate to building a flying wagon, but I understand why Mike and Bobby need to believe one can fly — and why the man telling their story may need it even more than they did.

Bracco, fresh off GOODFELLAS, plays against every expectation her casting creates. You brace for someone hard enough to have survived Paulie Cicero's crew; instead, Mary is soft, hopeful, and repeatedly talked back into a marriage that's already put one of her children in a hospital bed. Her husband is the King to everyone in the house, a nickname that tells you almost everything about a man who needed one. The first promise comes at Bobby's bedside, after the King's arrest: "I promise this will never happen again." Not long afterward, while Mary is on the phone trying to prevent their truck from being repossessed, Bobby is the one reassuring Mike that the King is coming back and that "it's not Mom's fault." He returns on a temporary release to bury his mother, crying that he's changed, and Mary believes him again. The second promise arrives later in a quieter domestic scene — "It's gonna be different … I promise" — and by then the boys have learned to perform belief whether they feel it or not: "We believe you, Mom." "Yeah. We do." Wood is especially good as the watchful kid stationed beside something dangerous, a role he would return to in THE GOOD SON. There, Mark studies Henry because the adults can't see what he sees; here, Mike watches the King — and watches over Bobby — while the adults see enough and still fail to protect him. The sheriff's office sits only a building or two from their garage door. It's difficult to share Bobby's instinct to absolve his mother completely, even accounting for everything she's up against. There's a SOUTH PARK bit about divorced parents that crudely captures the hierarchy Mary's choices create: happiness and the new relationship first, the child somewhere after. Bobby is living the version without the joke.

The turtle isn't the throwaway gag he first looks like. He's found the day they discover the old clubhouse, having broken his own chain to climb inside. Shane's reaction makes them brace for worse, until Bobby stammers "it's a—" and Mike finishes it: "turtle." He gets named Samson on the spot, for exactly that strength, welcomed in as family. It plays as pure comedy in the moment. But Mike's note before the launch says they took "Samson and Shane, too," and in the framing scenes, when his own kids ask about their turtle, Mike pinkie-promises this is the same one — the only one of the three animals who survives into the present tense with a promise attached to him. Shane is the one whose stakes remain physical, at least for as long as the story keeps him in frame, and he's perfectly cast — those eyes do more acting than some of the humans in the frame. When he disappears and there's blood on the kitchen door, nothing in the dialogue explains what happened to him. He reappears for the final trip riding inside the Flyer rather than walking beside the boys, apparently hurt but alive, and Mike's note confirms that he went with Bobby too. The movie confirms his survival without explaining either the blood on the door or why he can no longer make the trip on foot.

The buffalo gets no such confirmation, ever. He's real at Geronimo Bill's roadside farm, where a boy asks if he might be the last buffalo left in the world, then he's a dream handing Mike a sense of purpose and a duty to protect Bobby — almost exactly the spirit-animal move THE SIMPSONS would later run with a talking coyote and a handful of insanity peppers — and finally he's reduced to a line in Bobby's postcard: "I scared the buffalo, flying too low." Promised, then lost from view, then never confirmed at all — the same widening gap between what happened and what got told that the ending runs on.

The film has its own excuse ready for anyone asking how a homemade wagon is supposed to fly, and it isn't aerodynamics. Every kid is born with seven great abilities and fascinations, the story goes, and loses them one by one on the way to adulthood — flight being the last and hardest to let go of. Fisher tried to hold onto his at fourteen, off a hill that would later carry his name, while his friends begged him to stop: "This is nuts, Fish. You're gonna get hurt." He didn't stop, and it went badly enough to become local legend before Mike and Bobby ever moved to the neighborhood. Even the boys argue about the legend before they've found the place. "He wasn't that great," Bobby says, until Mike pushes back and he overcorrects into some exaggeration of his own — the jump was off a barn, he insists, "probably two miles" down — before landing on his real verdict: "He probably did a good try. He just did it wrong." It's a kid's explanation, and a practical one. Bobby assumes Fisher failed because he made a mistake. The movie eventually settles on something stranger: Fisher simply waited too long. By fourteen, he'd already lost the seven great abilities.

They go looking for the hill anyway, and at "Fisher's Landing," where Fisher had made his own attempt ten years before they moved into the neighborhood, they try the same wager he lost. The film never pauses to acknowledge what this is — an adult giving a child pointers for a dangerous stunt — because Fisher isn't staged as a bystander who should know better. He's staged as a fellow believer, someone close enough to his own failure to root for a different outcome instead of stopping it. What Fisher offers Bobby from behind the gas pump, visibly marked by the same fall that made him a legend, is purely mechanical: ease off at the bottom, don't pull up, mind the angle, you'll stall. Nothing about abilities or fascinations. The film's own explanation for why Fisher failed and Bobby might not is mystical. The only actual expertise anyone in the movie offers is physics.

You could read the ending three ways, and the film leaves room for all three. Take the film at its word: the Flyer works, and the postcards that follow are proof of it, arriving — older Mike says — "every time I felt them slipping away," the seven great abilities and fascinations replenished right on cue, as if the universe knew exactly when he needed reassurance. Or take it sideways: "he grew up to be exactly what he was born to be: a flyer" is also a fair description of someone who never stops moving, who visits every place he ever dreamed of rather than stay anywhere long enough to be found — less a magical fulfillment than a very long way of running, the same thing LOST would later do to half its cast. Or take the physical ending at its most literal and least kind: the Flyer never leaves the ground, the King is hauled off for a charge the movie never bothers naming — even the supposedly real ending withholds its central fact — and the family simply goes home, the postcards a comfort older Mike invented because the actual ending wasn't a story he could tell.

The film doesn't adjudicate between these. Instead, it warns you that certainty isn't what Mike is offering when he turns to his own kids and asks if they finally understand what he meant about "history being in the mind of the teller." And when the moment comes to settle what happened to Bobby, the line he reaches for is "that's how I remember him" — which is a very different claim from that's what happened. The one apparent exception is Samson, and even that turns out to be less than it seems. Mike's children apparently have a turtle named Samson, but his connection to Bobby's flight exists only through Mike's pinkie-promise — the same kind of assurance Mary kept offering back when promises never seemed to hold.

Whoever RADIO FLYER was made for, it wasn't the children nominally invited to watch a story about a flying wagon — a PG-13 rating covers plenty of kid-marketed blockbusters too, but not many of them put a child in a hospital bed, whatever the poster promised. Columbia's marketing department couldn't figure out how to sell it either, spending $10 million promoting something that grossed only $4.6 million domestically against a reported $35 million budget. Critics couldn't agree on what they had seen. Roger Ebert wrote that the film "pushes so many fundamental questions under the rug" of its own screenplay; the Washington Post, reviewing the same movie, praised its "evocative texture" and how moving it found the brothers' bond.

Richard Donner later insisted that the ending means exactly what it shows, nothing cryptic — a claim that sits oddly beside his own studio's test screenings. One cut had adult Mike finding Bobby's Flyer hanging in the Smithsonian, which confused audiences; when that scene was removed, an intermediate version was left with Mike's voiceover narration but no onscreen adult Mike to establish who was telling the story. Donner finally took a day off from LETHAL WEAPON 3 to shoot the airfield framing scenes that open and close the finished film. The studio couldn't settle on its ending any more easily than the critics could settle on the movie.

THE SANDLOT runs the same basic trick — ordinary neighborhood objects and local legends inflated into myth by kids who need a mythology to organize their summer — but keeps the actual stakes safely inside the myth itself. Nobody's real life depends on whether the Beast is really a monster. RADIO FLYER uses the same structure and drops in a stepfather. ATONEMENT offers a closer comparison for the ending specifically, since it also ends with its storyteller admitting, in effect, that what we watched wasn't the whole truth — except ATONEMENT spells it out. Briony tells you directly that she gave her characters the ending reality denied them. RADIO FLYER approaches the same kind of confession and then pulls back, leaving the gap open rather than closing it.

BIG FISH is the version of this device that works most comfortably, and the difference is what's at stake in not knowing. If Edward Bloom's tall tales are exaggerations, the cost is a father turning out to be more ordinary than his stories made him. Either way, his life remains whole. If the Flyer never left the ground, the cost is a child who may not have gotten away at all. RADIO FLYER never fully earns the tenderness it borrows from stories in which uncertainty can be affectionate rather than horrifying.

The Flyer itself never quite convinces me. The need for it does. The boys' attempt to turn terror into escape remains moving even when the escape looks impossible. Mike may be preserving a miracle, disguising a loss, or doing both at once. I don't entirely believe the story he tells. I understand why he needs to tell it that way.

Final Verdict: 64 out of 100


The Good Son (Retro)

by Edward Dunn


THE GOOD SON (1993) R 86 Minutes Director: Joseph Ruben Writer: Ian McEwan Macaulay Culkin, Elijah Wood, Wendy Crewson
CAST Macaulay Culkin...Henry Evans Elijah Wood...Mark Evans Wendy Crewson...Susan Evans David Morse...Jack Evans Daniel Hugh Kelly...Wallace Evans Jacqueline Brookes...Dr. Alice Davenport Quinn Culkin...Connie Evans Ashley Crow...Janice Evans Guy Strauss...Arthur Goetz

As a kid, my idea of mischief was pretty standard: shaking up two-liter bottles of soda right before family gatherings, or the legendary shitting in a mason jar — planting it under my sister’s bed and waiting for the inevitable discovery. You assume she’ll find it immediately. Instead, months later, your horrified mom unearths it while cleaning. Classic kid stuff. There’s a fine brown line between mischief and psychopathy. Henry Evans doesn’t just cross it — he doesn’t even see it exists.

Macaulay Culkin spent 1990 as the kid every burglar in America was afraid of. HOME ALONE’s whole premise runs on a boy resourceful enough to booby-trap an entire house with paint cans and a blowtorch, and lovable enough that nobody in the movie — or in the audience — seriously worries that he might be the one doing something wrong. Henry Evans runs on the exact same equipment. He builds dangerous things out of household junk. He looks adults in the eye and says nothing is wrong. He sends a mannequin tumbling from an overpass into highway traffic, then flashes that “I made my family disappear” grin. The difference is that Kevin’s violence happens in a cartoon universe where burglars bounce back, while Henry’s crossbow does not know the difference between a home invader and a dog. Ask Kevin what else he did while the family was away and he shrugs: “Just hung around.” Ask the adults in THE GOOD SON what Henry has been doing, and for most of the movie you get the same answer — except this time, somebody ought to be worried.

After his mother dies, Mark Evans is sent to stay with his aunt, uncle, and cousins in Maine. Henry, the oldest cousin, initially looks like the kind of clever, self-assured kid who might pull Mark out of his grief. He is clever, at least.

The masks come before any of it: before the dog, before the overpass, before Mark understands what he’s looking at. Henry hands Mark one and keeps its twin for himself. “I made two of ’em, so we could be brothers.” It reads, in the moment, like an ordinary bid for friendship, the kind of thing a well-adjusted kid might say to a cousin he wants to feel close to. Except Henry already had a brother, and Richard is dead, and the word does a lot of quiet work once you notice it’s there. The mask isn’t a toy. It’s a loyalty test disguised as a gift: proof that Mark can be like him, will keep quiet like him, wants what he wants. Everything Henry does to Mark for the rest of the movie is a version of that same ask.

None of this happened by accident. Jesse Bradford had already been cast as Henry when Kit Culkin refused to sign Macaulay for HOME ALONE 2 unless Fox gave him THE GOOD SON as well. The demand pushed production back nearly a year. Mary Steenburgen, originally cast as Susan, became unavailable and was replaced by Wendy Crewson; director Michael Lehmann left before Joseph Ruben came aboard. Principal photography finally began within days of HOME ALONE 2 opening in theaters. Fox wasn’t casually reusing its most bankable child star. It was trying to sell the same face twice in the space of a year: first as the ingenious little boy who protects his family, then as the ingenious little boy his family needs protection from. Whatever the studio intended, a fair number of parents must have encountered THE GOOD SON on a video-store shelf expecting the kid who booby-trapped a house and instead got the kid who shoots a marina dog with a homemade crossbow.

MIKEY had tried the killer-kid premise a year earlier without any of that baggage, and it shows. Nobody watching Brian Bonsall spends the first act unsure what they’re looking at; the movie identifies him almost immediately, the way a slasher movie identifies its monster. THE GOOD SON’s real innovation isn’t a better script. It’s a bigger, more specific persona to hide behind.

The dog dies too early. Henry shoots it with the crossbow before Mark, or the audience, has had any real time to wonder whether he’s reckless, disturbed, or dangerous — three very different kids who could all end up doing the same terrible thing for different reasons. A reckless kid does it by accident and panics. A disturbed kid does it and then can’t look at what he’s done. Henry does neither. He aims, he fires, and his face doesn’t change. The movie closes off the first two readings in a single scene, and once it does, there’s no mystery left to sustain, only the duller question of how long everyone around Henry can keep failing to notice what he already showed us. There’s a version of this movie that lingers in that uncertainty a while longer. THE GOOD SON isn’t interested in lingering. It draws its line in the first act, then spends the rest of the runtime waiting for its own characters to catch up.

None of this is Henry’s first time. The film keeps circling back to his younger brother Richard, dead before the story starts, and the way Henry talks about him makes clear the family’s tragedy didn’t begin with Mark’s visit. It began years earlier, in the same house, under the eyes of the same parents. What makes Henry’s evil clearest isn’t simply what he may have done to Richard. It’s that he has watched his mother grieve the boy ever since and appears entirely untouched by it. Whatever happened to Richard, Wallace and Susan accepted it as an accident, and apparently nothing over the years that followed ever gave them reason to question that conclusion. Neither did his teachers. A kid doesn’t get this practiced at deception by starting the week Mark shows up. He gets that practiced over years, in a small town, in front of the people paying closer attention to him than anyone else alive.

There’s a version of this confusion that’s already been played for laughs. In “The Thing and I,” a Treehouse of Horror segment from 1996, Bart’s parents reveal a secret twin, Hugo, locked in the attic for years because a test at birth marked him as the evil one. The joke depends entirely on which twin gets automatic trust: Hugo, unfamiliar and hidden away, reads as the monster on sight, while Bart, known and loved his whole life, gets the benefit of every doubt right up until a scar on the wrong side proves it was Bart all along. THE GOOD SON runs the same math without the punchline. Mark is the unfamiliar variable in this house, a grieving, recently arrived cousin whose distress reads as instability to almost everyone around him. Henry is the known quantity, the boy this family already decided it understood. Nobody in Rock Harbor needs a scar to tell them which twin to trust. They picked years before Mark arrived, and it never occurred to them they might have picked wrong.

Henry doesn’t outsmart a credible world so much as the movie lowers its standards for credibility whenever he needs room to work. Two boys carry a dead dog through a working marina in broad daylight, and nobody looks up. Susan and Wallace take in a boy whose mother died days earlier and, within that same week, decide this is an excellent time for a date night, leaving three children alone with the relative everybody already trusts. Mark calls his own father to say he’s afraid for his life, and Jack’s advice is to bring it up with the psychologist before hanging up without booking a flight home. None of these people are written as fools anywhere else in the film. They’re only foolish on Henry’s schedule, which has nothing to do with their characters and everything to do with how much freedom he needs at that moment.

By the climax, Susan is dangling from a cliff with a boy in each hand, and the scene needs her to hold that position long enough for a moral crisis to unfold rather than have one arm give out before she can make a choice. The screenplay solves this by promoting her, without comment, from a forty-something mother to someone who could out-deadlift half the cast. It’s the same rigging that has been running through the whole film, only now it’s dressed up as physics instead of an adult failing to notice something. The alternative is a climax that resolves on reflex before the story can extract the anguish it needs. The world hasn’t gone easy on Henry all movie so he can get away with it. By the end, it has gone easy on gravity too, so his mother has time to choose.

Every question the movie has been circling comes due on that cliff. Susan has one hand on each boy and only enough strength to save one, which means the question of where mischief ends and something else begins finally has to produce an answer instead of gesturing at one. She lets go of Henry. It’s the plainest statement the movie makes in ninety minutes: whatever the family failed to see in him for years, his own mother now sees clearly enough to choose against him. The image carries the whole weight on its own. A boy falls toward the rocks below, the ocean carries him away, and the woman who raised him watches him go. Nothing about that needs a voice explaining it.

Then the movie undercuts its own image by explaining it anyway. Mark, back in the Arizona desert where the film opened, narrates that Henry is gone, everyone is safe, and he sometimes lies awake wondering whether Susan would save him again if she had the same choice to make. That doubt belongs to Mark, not Susan, and adds a slightly different question: what made her choose him, and whether she could ever make that choice again. The return to the desert is more purposeful than it first appears. The film has placed Mark there before — alone at his mother’s funeral and again when he bolts from his father’s car — until the landscape becomes a visual shorthand for the isolation he carries with him. Bringing him back there makes sense. Making him explain what he is thinking does not. Mark alone in the desert and Henry disappearing beneath the cliff already leave enough unanswered.

THE GOOD SON has an unsettling idea at its center, and it earns far more of that unsettlement from Culkin’s casting than from its script. A more conventional killer-kid movie like MIKEY has to build its dread from nothing. THE GOOD SON gets to spend two movies’ worth of goodwill it never had to build itself. That’s a real asset, and for about the first act, the movie knows exactly what it has. Then it stops trusting the idea and starts propping it up. It shows its hand with the dog too early, leaving the rest of the movie with nowhere to go but escalation. It needs everyone around Henry to go conveniently blind whenever he needs room to act, from the marina to the cliff. And after building one of the more striking images in a nineties thriller, it still cannot leave the image alone. THE GOOD SON knew exactly what it had. It never trusted that what it had was enough.

Final Verdict: 55 out of 100