Many movies over the past few years have stood out as examples of poor writing, ridiculous budgets, and a complete bankruptcy of anything resembling taste or art. Some of these titles: Speed 2, Batman & Robin, Sphere, and this weak excuse for keeping the cash flow going ranks right up there. Just a limp and feeble waste of mass in every possible respect.Home Alone 2: Lost in New York is a non-movie. It is a remake that tries to be a sequel simply by changing locales. Well, it succeeds in many things, like being a completely humorless affair in which all the jokes are telegraphed from 2 miles away, the cute Macauly from the original is now a creepy-looking weiner, and Tim Curry embarresses himself really just a whole lot.
Everything about this movie seems artificial and forced. I guess that's what happens when you make an entertaining (but dumb) little family comedy, and it becomes a huge smash hit. So what's a Hollywood hack (in this case, it's John Hughes and Chris Columbus) to do? Snatch the same weak TV actors as parents (Catherine O'Hara, John Heard), throw it into, say a hotel instead of a house (pure genius - Orson Welles would be proud), and tack on the same fall-down gags and forced sappy scene with some creepy old person. Ick.
The main draw of these movies seems to be the cartoonish way that the robbers (thespians Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern) always get clobbered. Guess what? Two grown men getting hit in the balls fifteen times isn't funny. Unless you're five. Or perhaps mentally slow. This sequel took the worst parts of an already weak original and amplified them 10 times. It's an annoying piece of money-grubbing crap. And this from the guy who made Ferris Bueller's Day Off! I weep.Home Alone 2 is the opposite of aspirin. An empty, sad, loud, obnoxious, vapid shell of a manufactured Hollywood product. I'd rather get beat up by a 12-year old than see it again.