Home Alone may be one of the greatest Christmas film's of my generation (perhaps second only to National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation). However, as I get older, and the more I watch both Home Alone and its sequel--Lost in New York--I just can't comprehend how stupid these robbers are and how ludicrously unrealistic some of the damage Kevin's traps cause.
Take, for instance, in the second movie when Daniel Stern's character, Marv, gets pelted in the head with some 5 bricks as they are lobbed from the top of a multiple story building. Despite being knocked "goofy" momentarily, he is able to get up and continue walking through Kevin's fun house. Let's be realistic here. If those bricks didn't kill him, they, at the very least, would have rendered him unconscious and in dire need of medical help.
The sensibility of the robbers is a whole different story. In the first film they subject themselves to repeated torture for what? The profit they can make from robbing the house can hardly be worth the pain they endure. I understand wanting to get even with the kid, but come on. In the second film they have a bit more cause to catch Kevin as he has photos of them robbing the toy store, but they still take asinine risks (such as trying to transverse down a kerosene soaked rope) to get to the kid.
Don't get me wrong. My rant here is not to discredit the classic essence of this holiday gem. I merely seek to point out some of the pure "jigga wha?" (if you will) of this movie.
