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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.
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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.
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.
One of the all time great classics in family movies. Don't think you could get a better family VHS move then this when I was a kid and it got watched over and over again. From the heart felt themes to the comedy factor to the even at sometimes child like action adventure. A must watch for you and the family
Kevin's parents make an aggressively inappropriate joke about always losing their kid, but never their luggage--then they knock on wood. It's a moment that demonstrates a very adult awareness, something that assures a strong objective and a steady hand. "Don't ya remember what happened last year?" Yes, Home Alone 2 does apply a heavy anesthetic to the same scenario, and, paradoxically, that allows for better focus. Columbus and Hughes leave out enough details to betray it as the intentional second half of a double bill--there are plenty of hints and cues and no direct references to Fuller the bedwetter. But more to the point, the sentimentality has been transferred into the production itself, a conscious retread that wants to rebuild…
Sequelitis in pure unadulterated form. Even when I watched this initially as a child, I noticed that this had various familiar elements from its predecessor, but in a modern context it's so much more blatant. Placing the film in the city doesn't disguise the blatant repetition of gags, emotional beats and even shot composition from the original home bodied entry. The few glimmers of originality here come in the form of solid supporting performances from the likes of Tim Curry and another wonderful score from John Williams.
"Two? Make it three. I'm not driving."
"I'm ten years old, tv is my life"
Home Alone 2 is a really fun adventure sequel to Home Alone. It has an even wackier concept and it's really fun.
Two years between this film and its predecessor was enough time for me to both outgrow little Kevin McCallister's antics, so endearing in the far too successful Home Alone, and to call fraud on John Hughes and Chris Columbus's obvious cash grab idea for a sequel. Twenty-three-years later and I was absolutely right to avoid it. Home Alone 2 is virtually identical to the original, with the obvious exceptions being the far-fetched way the wet bandits are shoehorned in, and the franchise's increasing inability to distract from its own roots in white privilege. Also, if you're in New York in the nineties and someone asks if there's a good toy store around, FAO Schwartz better be the answer and not Duncan's Toy Chest, which sounds and looks like a haven for pedophiliacs.
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