The film opens in a cartoony 1960s Americana with our young hero, handily called Hero (Jahzir Kadeem Bruno) losing his parents in a car crash. The irrepressible Octavia Spencer sweeps in as his Grandma and is soon dancing around the house to Sitting On The Dock of The Bay and Reach Out I’ll Be There. But danger is lurking and Hero soon meets his first “no good, low down, rotten, sneaky, sneaky witch.” The fun is about to begin.
Grandma spots the signs and takes them off to a posh hotel. Unluckily for them, it is the site for a witch gathering.
No broomsticks and pointy hats here, this sinister sisterhood rocks gloves to cover claws, stilettos on their stumpy feet and wigs over their bald, worm-infested heads.
Hathaway vamps it up with the strangest cod-Russian (via most of Eastern Europe) accent which she mangles over her sinister plan to turn all children into mice.
Poor old Hero is soon tiny, furry and sniffing after cheesy. Endlessly plucky, he teams up with fellow mousified kids to stop the dastardly dames.