What's really incredible is how far this film goes to avoid the ideas, feminist and otherwise, embedded in its premise, which has suburban housewife Lily Tomlin starting to shrink when she inhales a noxious combination of domestic chemicals. It must have sounded a little too much like satire, so the boys at Universal have, in their limitless commercial wisdom, jagged the story off into an incredibly stupid contrivance about mad scientists and plots for world domination. The picture gets its biggest laugh from a guy in a gorilla suit (Rick Baker, of King Kong fame) giving the finger. The director, Joel Schumacher, was once a costume designer: true to his heritage, he's put most of his jokes in the clothes. Dumb, dumb, dumb, which means money, money, money. With Charles Grodin and Ned Beatty (1981).