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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.
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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.
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.
This was good, as always.
The concept still works. Especially Tim Curry and Daniel Stern deliver some great laughs. But it’s very obviously a rushed sequel, that mostly repeats part 1 and does that in a less successful way.
The slapstick gags are darker and funnier here than in the first one. I think this is the best of the series, however, it doesn't entirely hold up.
These are some great parents this kid's got. They need to put a frickin bell on him.
"You can mess with a lot of things, but you can't mess with kids on Christmas"
- Kevin McCallister, public enemy number one.
Trivia Tidbit: In a behind-the-scenes interview during the production of Home Alone 2: Lost In New York, writer/producer John Hughes openly admitted to the film serving as a vehicle in order to teach kids new and innovative ways to kill their parents. At this point in the interview, Hughes let out a rather effeminate laugh, followed by a cross-armed shrug, squashing a cockroach under his shoe and preceding to study the visual comedy on his dual-screened portable TV set, consisting of Loony-Tunes shorts and Ruggero Deodato films.
It's kind of crazy how well I remember some of the scenes in this film. I guess Home Alone's pretty nostalgic for everyone, really. Where I'm from, it gets shown in TV every single Christmas Eve, so there's no running away from it, but I don't anyone would want to. It's just innocent silly fun. Good fun.
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