“I wish I had junk food from here to the sky!” wishes Max Conner.
“Why not? Higher than high!” laughs the rapping genie.
It has been fourteen years since the magnum opus of Shaquille O’Neal’s acting career was inflicted upon an unsuspecting public. I was an easily impressed, nine year old in 1996 and even I thought Kazaam deserved an “avoid” review. More than a decade later, my only lingering memory is watching the junk food rain from the sky, fulfilling the wish of young Max Conner, and my fellow third-graders everywhere. Now that both Max and I have had some time to mature, I wonder how that wish would change for a modern audience.