This is a very good series - has taken me a while to watch it but glad i finally did.
So no one is going to talk about how the order of episodes for this show is messed up? And it's not Trakt. Even on Peacock the order is like this. They threw in the Olympics episode after the season 1 finale?
Glenn still has his job. Chey is still pregnant Disorienting for binging purposes.
I still really love this film, but the whole Harvey Dent storyline makes absolutely no sense.
This was the best episode of Family Guy in a very long time.
-Really bad acting from The Rock
-The plot twist doesn't make much sense
+This movie managed to put a smile on my sad face and it's entertaining so it's not that bad after all
If you're still complaining about the show, just stop watching it! It's kinda annoying to watch the "the earlier seasons" were better after 54651 episodes.
90% of this is b-roll of either people dramatically looking out of cafe windows or montages of tape reels spinning
it's not bad but I think it would have fit better into a movie than a series
I'm digging SEASON 2's plotline WAY better than SEASON 1. Waaayyy.
:asterisk_symbol:Sigh:asterisk_symbol: Another exhausting musical episode. Boo.
It was a pretty good show for the first 3 seasons, 8/10. Despite being canceled after Season 3, it was a rather fitting ending for the show. However, it went downhill after that. With seasons 4 and 5, I wanted to finish them as soon as possible rather than enjoy each episode when I was nearing the end. And the ending was pretty disappointing.
Pro-tip: Don't bring a TV show back after it ends many years later. Don't pull a Prison Break situation.
Chandler is honestly the funniest. His sarcasm is so good and hilarious.
BLUF: Not much a plot, but the warmth of the heart and feelgood feelings of reconnecting with the original cast is pretty good
Having it as a kind of a tradition to watch the three original movies every Christmas for as long as I can remember, I was pretty surprised to see, that they've made a TV show, and even more stoked, when I saw that some of the original cast was in it too.
That said, and having only watched the two first episodes, the plot seems a bit thin and predictable from the first 10 minutes of episode one.
It was, however, nice to reconnect with Tim Allen, Elizabeth Mitchell, and The Santa Clause.
Colin's view of the world is from racist after racist after racist, yet after racist making their views known. There's something very heinous about people so desperate to be better just based on the color of their skin.
Some of this will make anyone "white" uncomfortable. It's hard to admit some of the racists in it, the comments they made, are people you know or even worse that you might have been one of these people at some point in your life.
It's also hard for a lot of people to accept that we have treated athletes like we own them, regardless of race, and that some of the treatment is based on racism. If a "white" athlete is good at football, other "white" people are often rude because they have black friends or assume they are dumb. The assumption they have the "right" to treat athletes like crap is under the assumption that "good" white people don't socialize with anyone other than white.
Ironically, those people need the message the most and won't get it because they are just that crappy of people. It's obvious because they are desperate enough to give it "1" without even watching it to make sure they get enough to counter the "10" ratings.. People with any real moral fiber will walk away thinking about how we treat athletes, kids, and African Americans and probably doing a little self reflecting.
If you've come to the comment section to figure out if you want to start watching this show, one tip. JUST DON'T!
What I can tell you, after I've watched season 1, 2 and up to episode 20 in season 3. It gets worse. The sad part is, it had potential. I remember I enjoyed the first season. It was decent, it wasn't amazing, but it was good. Second season, it went downhill. Third season, when you think it can't get any worse, oh it does. If there was a way to give this show less than 1/10, I would. The plot has become awful, the writing gets worse, you do not recognize the actors anymore.. And from someone who was a huge fan of Archie in season 1, I honestly want to punch his face in season 3. If you wanna save yourself time, despair, please don't watch this. Your life will be so much better spent doing something else.
How this got renewed for a season 4, I have no freaking clue. I wish this was canceled. Oh how I wish they would just cancel this show right now. I am actually torturing myself watching this season. And once it's over, I can finally rest and put this behind me. I can't see how they possibly can make a season worse than season 3, but I am sure somehow, they can do it.
Update after season 3: Wow it sucks. With a flash forward at the end of the last episode, I honestly can't see this show redeeming itself. So sayonara Riverdale. Will not return to watch season 4.
You probably don't even hear it when it happens, right?' Bobby Baccala
Home Alone is a perfect movie, not in the sense that there is zero room for improvement or it's the greatest artistic achievement in human history, but in that it does what it sets out to do in a nigh-flawless fashion. It is impeccably paced, shot, and edited. It has the right balance of escapist fantasy, relatable family drama, humor, heart, and even slapstick comedy to keep the film lively without making it a piece of fluff. And miraculously, despite a cast full of ringers like Catherine O’Hara and Joe Pesci, the whole thing hinges on the acting talents of a nine-year-old boy who pulls it off with flying colors.
Because as great as O’Hara is as the mother desperate to get back to her son, as amusing as Pesci and Daniel Stern are as a pair of robbers who get more than they bargained for, as hilarious as the inimitable John Candy (who steals the show with less than five minutes of screen time) is as a polka-playing good Samaritan, Home Alone is, first and foremost, a story about Kevin McCallister, and even at that tender age, Culkin (with a huge assist from writer John Hughes and director Chris Columbus) sells that story like a champ.
That’s part of why Home Alone works so perfectly as a family movie that plays with both kids and adults. As a child, the more outsized elements of the story loom large. The iconic scenes of Kevin tormenting his pursuers offer a spate of perfectly deployed slapstick, worthy of Looney Tunes or The Three Stooges and apt to elicit any number of giggles from the younger members of the audience. By the same token, there’s an escapist fantasy for kids in the early part of the film, where Kevin jumps on the bed, eats junk, and “watches rubbish” without anyone being able to tell him otherwise. There is an incredible sense of fun to these scenes, whether it’s the ACME-inspired antics and great physical performances of the “Wet Bandits” or Kevin living out the immediate joy of his wish to be family-free.
But what makes the film more than just an insubstantial flight of fancy is the way it mixes that holiday mirth with enough heft, enough of the downside of that wish and a stealthily nuanced depiction of a young child maturing in both his ability to take care of himself and his understanding of the world.
When we meet Kevin in the film’s frenetic opening sequence, showing an entire household abuzz with cousins and uncles all in a state of pre-travel frenzy, Kevin cannot even pack his own suitcase. There’s recurring jabs from his siblings and cousins that his mom has to do everything for him. Over the course of the film, when pressed into service by being the all to his lonesome, Kevin becomes a surprisingly self-sufficient little boy. When not smothered by a score of other siblings, he shows a surprising resourcefulness, proving himself able to go to the store, do laundry, and even leave out cookies for Santa Claus when the time arrives. This culminates in the cornucopia of traps Kevin sets for the robbers, proving that he is even capable of defending his house from those who would do his family harm.
In the process, Kevin overcomes a number of his fears, which provides another thematic throughline for the film. Chris Columbus and Director of Photography Julio Macat help this part of the story tremendously by the way a series of normal things are made frightening by shooting them from Kevin’s perspective. From the low shot on the furnace in the basement as it seems to taunt and beckon Kevin while he’s doing laundry, to the scene in the store where Old Man Marley is introduced only by his big black boots, seeming to glower down at Kevin from high above, Macat’s camera keeps us inside Kevin’s head, seeing the terror in these otherwise quotidian interactions. That cinches Kevin’s transition when he tells the furnace not to bother – we understand what he’s overcoming.
The heart of the movie, however, comes through in the scene where he conquers his other big fear – his scary looking next door neighbor, whom his brother described as a secret murderer the cops couldn’t catch. When Kevin runs into him at church, he discovers that Marley isn’t some serial ghoul, but rather a kindly old man who offers him a bit of solace and comfort in a time of need.
It’s an incredibly well-written scene, bolstered by the stellar performance of Roberts Blossom as Marley and Culkin playing Kevin at his most precocious and worldly. Blossom sells the utter warmth and humanity of Blossom behind his icy visage. His sitting next to Kevin as a friendly presence, telling a small part of his life story, and speaking to the lad as something approaching an equal provides a big leap for the film’s protagonist. It’s part of that maturation process, the realization that he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, that he can’t necessarily trust his brother’s accounts, and that the people who seem the most unnerving can be the people you want in your hour of need. In one scene, Old Man Marley goes from being the film’s great threat to being its heart.
And he ties into the other big motif running through the film – an appreciation of one’s family. What could easily be a trite Hallmark card of a message from the movie has real force from the way the lesson is delivered. When Kevin wishes he had no family, the film helps us understand why, putting him in that relatable little kid situation of causing a scene, feeling you were goaded into it, and that nobody takes treats you nicely or appreciates you. And then when his wish comes true, it takes some time to let the audience, and Kevin, revel in his newfound freedom. But it also show’s Kevin slowly but surely realizing that he misses them, and that as much as they drive him nuts sometimes, having them back is what he really wants for Christmas.
That’s why the scene and story of Old Man Marley’s estrangement with his son is so important. It’s center on the idea that the issues Kevin is dealing with – fear, family discontent, loneliness around the holidays – are not unique to him or his tender age, but are universal obstacles that people of all ages confront at various points in their life. It’s a sign of Kevin’s broadening perspective, the way he’s being changed by this experience and learns that it’s possible to love your family even when you’re angry with them.
It’s also his realization that even in those impulsive moments, whether you’re an old man or a little boy, that you make grand declarations about not wanting to be a part of your family anymore, you may soon find yourself regretting it, yearning for the thing you were so ready to give up. Kevin starts to understand this in Home Alone, and it’s why his sincere plea to one of Santa’s “messengers” (who amusingly offers him tic tacs and can’t get his car started) to bring his family back has weight and meaning.
All of this is able to come together so well because so many of the technical, or less showy parts of the film are all done extraordinarily well. John Williams’s score expertly matches the mood of the film at every turn, whether he’s playing yuletide pop classics or an orchestral score that fits a grand escape or moment of tension. The writing has a clockwork quality to it. Hughes’s script accounts for the circumstances in which a nine-year-old would left alone by himself, unable to be contacted by his parents or the authorities in a nicely plausible fashion, and he constructs a series of events in which Kevin believes he wished his family away and then wished them back in a way that is equally convincing for the kid and the viewer.
And the film is shot and edited superbly, with amusing cuts like Kevin calling out for his mother with an immediate smash cut to a roaring airplane, or the frenzied fashion in which the McCallisters are depicted racing through the airport. Every part of this film works in sync, to deliver a visually exciting, narratively sound work that lets its humor, story, and message, land without a hint of friction.
So when we reach the end of the film and see Kevin’s reunion with his family, and Old Man Marley’s reunion with his, both moments feel earned. Chris Columbus tells a nigh-wordless story in the final scene, with O’Hara’s Kate McCallister silently marveling at how great the house looks and Kevin offering an expression of reluctance, one that suggests he might still be holding onto the anger he unleashed at this mother the last time they were face to face, before quickly sliding into a smile and running to embrace her. Their expressions tell the story, of the way both mother and child now see each other differently on this Christmas Day. The same goes for the expression of gratitude, of near-tearful camaraderie, between Kevin and Old Man Marley as Kevin witnesses his new friends’ reunion with a family of his own. Everyone here has grown; everyone has taken chances despite their fears, and come out better for it.
Throughout all of this, Home Alone manages to be cute, sweet, thrilling, funny, sharp, clever, and hopeful. For films set alone the holiday, it’s all too easy to lean into maudlin sentiment or cloying comedy, but Hughes’s and Columbus’s collaboration produced a film that manages to be nimble and amusing from start to finish, with enough meaning and mirth in it to make the story told feel as important as it is small. Home Alone tells the tale of a young man learning that despite his fear, his inexperience, and his familial resentments, he’s ready to take his first step into adulthood, and finds in the process that what he needs most are the people he was afraid of or wanted to wish away.
Now that's what i call a shitty sequel.
Homer: "Nucular, it's pronounced nu-cu-lar."
I usually love the crossover episodes, but this one was the worst one to date. So boring.
this film never got the recognition it deserved its better than boyz in the hood.
After choosing to end King of Queens in 2007 to make Adam Sandler crap. Kevin James tries to go back to exactly where he left off on television. By playing the same character again pretty much.
Except despite him being funny, the story is lazy and cliche.
Wohoo can't wait for this addition to the Chicago Fam.!!! Love all the spinoffs and crossovers between Chicago Fire, Chicago PD, and now Chicago Med!
