A long time ago, back when I first saw John Hughes; Sixteen Candles, I thought -- along with quite a few other filmgoers -- here's a guy who knows the score. Well, time has proven me about as wrong as I could be. Home Alone is the apex, the pinnacle, the culmination of every bad bit Hughes has ever written or directed. It overflows with primitive, disastrously unfunny sight gags and neo-hateful familial humor.
No one under 18 will be allowed in the theatre on Friday or Saturday after 7pm without an adult.
Sun., Nov. 18
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