movie review - Home Alone 3
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
So it turns out there's a third of these movies, and tonight that's what we watched. This time, we're sticking closer to home. This time, the story is (shockingly, I know) more nuanced, with an unknown element in an elderly man next door and in fact abandonment by parents. There's a new star, a younger child again of about eight. The villains this time are a terrorist organization looking for a chip hidden in a toy that has inadvertently wound up in the child's hands.
Will the boy evade the baddies through the use of traps and tricks? Yes. Will it all be over in a flash and we can go back to our daily struggle to find meaning while working for The Man? Yes. Will we remember this movie in two weeks? No. There is a touching moment of realization with the old man next door, but the rest will fade away like so many awful commercials before a move you see in the cinema.
Not recommended.
At least I can stop watching these, now.