[after his parents have left, thinking he is ill] "They bought it. Incredible! One of the worst performances of my…
Home Alone 2: Lost In New York
He's up past his bedtime in the city that never sleeps.
Instead of flying to Florida with his folks, Kevin ends up alone in New York, where he gets a hotel room with his dad's credit card—despite problems from a clerk and meddling bellboy. But when Kevin runs into his old nemeses, the Wet Bandits, he's determined to foil their plans to rob a toy store on Christmas eve.
Chris Columbus's "Home Alone 2: Lost in New York" could be easily written off as a sequel whose only purpose is to replicate the look, feel, story, and general cartoony shenanigans of its predecessor while filling the coffers of all those involved in its making. To be honest, that is what the film is. However, on its way to printing money by exploiting the success of the original film, the sequel winds up a raucous experience that revels in its own delicious absurdity. It may not be an organic continuation of the McCallister saga, but it is a ridiculous amount of fun.
A year after the events of 1990's "Home Alone," the sequel finds Chicago's McCallister clan, once again, separating…
Pretty much everything I said about the first movie applies here, since Lost in New York is a beat-for-beat rehash of its predecessor. It’s the exact same motherfucking movie, only this one is larger, longer, and worse. Obviously the premise is the same, albeit transplanted from a big house to the big city, but so is the wish fulfillment, the trap-setting, the lesson-learning, and the bond with a soft-spoken loner. The recycled pranks (a mannequin’s silhouette, a gangster movie’s audio) start looking awfully rusty. The sequel dedicates even more time to bald sanctimony, affirming Kevin’s “good kid” status with scene after scene of putrid treacle. It was enough to sour me on the movie by the time it reached its…
Review In A Nutshell:
It is rare for nowadays for sequels to be more impressive than its original, but every once in a while something comes and manages to surprise us. Home Alone 2: Lost In New York may not be an ideal example to emphasise this statement, but I personally feel this to be so. If you have read my review for the original film, you can see that it is not very positive, feeling underwhelmed due to its unlikeable leading character and the mischievous adventures he gets himself into during the early parts of the film, only to be redeemed by its brilliant final 30 minutes, displaying the best of physical humour.
The greatest of sequels are regarded…
Does this movie copy the same formula of the first film a bit too much? Oh god yes. But do I care? Honestly no I don't, because unlike so many other sequels that also copy the same formula, this still retains the charm, heart, Christmas spirit of the first film, and dare I say it perhaps delivers even bigger laughs. And Culkin, Stern, and of course Pesci still deliver great comedic performances in their roles. So while, I'll still say the first film is the overall better film, I still stand by that this is just as entertaining and about as much fun as Christmas films get.
But, yeah I'm now done with this series. Because there's only two Home Alone movies.
The Wolf of Wall Street Jr.
I assumed this film would merely nod its head at its prequel but lack all the essential qualities that made the first one great.
What Chris Columbus has actually done is take everything that was special about Home Alone, move it to New York and add extra helpings of laughter and fun. I couldn't possibly say which one I prefer - they'll both be in my Top 100 Favourite Films until I die.
Sarà forzato, irreale e sicuramente non perfetto, ma ci vuole un film così sotto le feste natalizie!
Everyone returns for this sequel to the movie all about an inventive child who can defend himself against any despicable bad guys and it's one of the redeeming features in a movie that's not all that bad but also not all that great, especially when compared to the first movie (that utilised many of the gags repeated here, only it did much better).
Kevin McCallister (Macaulay Culkin) is not actually left at home this time around but, instead, is separated from his family as they all end up running for their plane and ends up all alone in New York (as the title states). Helpfully, he has a load of cash and his father's credit card. By sheer coincidence, New…
Cedrick the Bellman: "Do you know how the TV works?"
Kevin McCallister: "I'm 10 years old. TV is my life."
Kevin McCallister: Don't you know a kid always wins against two idiots?
Kevin McCallister: You can mess with a lot of things, but you can't mess with kids on Christmas.
It's a completely contrived sequel, but dammit if it's not still entertaining, albeit a near-total repeat of the first movie.
One thing I've really disliked as I've gotten older is how Brenda Fricker is treated in this movie. She is an Academy Award-winning actress, and here Columbus and Hughes have her wearing clothes covered in pigeon shit. She actually manages to pour out all her heart and soul in that sequence in Carnegie Hall, giving her character more weight and depth than this script deserves, although one wishes 12-year Macaulay Culkin would shut up lecturing her about how life is like a box of rollerblades and that he would just let her talk.
The movie is most successful in the…
It's torture porn for kids.
An excellent character study of a sociopath lost in New York.
kevin mccallister deserves everything that happens to him i swear to god
Still prefer it to the original, but not by much.
I've always been interested in what other people are seeing and watching, and naturally, I love looking at Weekend Box…
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