There’s a much darker film waiting to be made out of Adam Rex’s 2007 novel The True Meaning of Smekday, on which Home is nominally based. Sure, the book is aimed at kids and generally tells the wacky story of an alien takeover of Earth, and of a 7th-grade human holdout with the unlikely name of Gratuity Tucci. But something in the story’s more sombre moments put me in mind of Kurt Vonnegut’s war satire Slaughterhouse-Five.
So it goes. Home, featuring amusingly squashy indigo aliens that speak like an Elizabethan Jar Jar Binks (it may drives you to the crazy after a while), comes by its G rating honestly, and shouldn’t give even the youngest filmgoer pause for concern.