Christmas. The time of neglectful, stressed parents, sibling rivalry, theft, healing family rifts and inflicting terrible pain on people. Bring it on Home Alone!
I know it’s not the coolest and it is cheesy but it’s funny and Christmassy. Kevin is the baby of the family and gets left home alone when his family rush to Paris. He loves the freedom (I feel ya, Kev) but then burglars starting casing the joint and he must protect the house! This starts the mayhem as he plans cartoon style defences which torture and maim Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern.
While this happening his Mum is desperately trying to get home to him, with some help from the Polka King himself, John Candy. I find it all terribly moving but I go at anything.
It’s a John Hughes film so it’s the perfect mix of funny and soppy. A paint can in the kisser is always funny. The monkeys loved the boo-hiss panto aspects and cheering on Macaulay Culkin. It’s also the reason I always tell everyone I bought milk, eggs and fabric softener every time I come back from a big shop.