Imagine if Chris Columbus' Home Alone (1990) had ended with the returning Mom breaking her neck on her son's booby-trapped stairs...I enjoyed the slapstick, of course, but I really did wonder how the director was going to address all the damage done to the house. As it turns out, he glossed it over with a snowfall and some off-screen cleaning by the protagonist. But for a few seconds, I really wondered if things were going to end badly.
I can't say I'm a fan of Chris Columbus' work, but after seeing Home Alone I'm a little less inclined to write off his work entirely. It's still pretty schmaltzy, but my sense of humour is unsophisticated enough to enjoy Kevin's creative traps for the hapless burglars.
I can't say I'm a fan of Chris Columbus' work, but after seeing Home Alone I'm a little less inclined to write off his work entirely. It's still pretty schmaltzy, but my sense of humour is unsophisticated enough to enjoy Kevin's creative traps for the hapless burglars.
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