You gotta love shouting that line with Uncle Frank.
If you grew up in the 80s and 90s, and you haven't seen Home Alone . . . Then I don't have much to say to you. It probably wouldn't mean anything to you watching it now. It'll just look like a children's movie about a forgotten kid fighting off goons with paint buckets tied to ropes and hot irons falling through laundry shoots.
But to me, this is one of my favorite nostalgia films, and definitely my favorite Christmas movie -- even above Christmas Vacation.
Sure, It's a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Story are great and everything. They get mucy more TV play than anything with Macaully Culkin. But as movies that came out before I was born, they don't hold a special place in my heart. There's something about growing up with a movie that was made in your time; watching it always takes you back to the age you were when you first saw it and it was new.
I make a point to watch 8-year-old Kevin McAllister pwn the Wet Bandits every holiday season. True, there are some points that are totally unbelievable . . . Who would be fooled by a cardboard cutout of Michael Jordan? Would the police really not care about a report that a child was left at home while his whole extended family flew to France?
But who cares? There are is way too much to love here. John Hughes' writing, Chris Columbus's directing, the John Williams score, the weird family members, the classic gags.
What are your favorite Christmas movies? Let's get some comments rollin.