John Hughes should be crucified for 'Curly Sue,' and I'll hammer in the nails.In this retro piece of shit, a feisty little girl (Alisan Porter) and her father figure (James Belushi), a happy homeless couple, run scams on suckers for food money. This heroic little tyke, whom Hughes was obviously grooming as the new Shirley Temple (or at least Macauley Culkin in drag), bashes people in the face and kicks them in the shins, and she takes pride in being a completely shameless con artist. Of course, the social workers who want to take her away from Belushi are painted as callous monsters ó these two really, really love each other. This is a revolting new twist: We're asked to look at this shiftless bum who uses a little girl for scams and consider him a hero among men, who does what he has to do.
Hughes demonstrates just how fatuous and vile he's become when he introduces a chilly lady lawyer (Kelly Lynch, disastrously misdirected) who falls for one of the pair's scams and takes them into her posh Chicago apartment. What she needs to become less of a bitch is to marry Belushi, adopt Porter, and reawaken her maternal and wifely instincts; what the father and daughter need to become fulfilled citizens are new clothes and some moola.Reprehensible from start to finish, and utterly manipulative and mindless to boot; Alisan Porter may have been the most unappealing child performer to dimple down the pike in many years. This champion from 'Star Search' knows how to work the room, and Hughes knows how to market her ó the movie stops dead so that the little shit can belt out 'The Star-Spangled Banner.'