“Guys, I’m eating junk and watching rubbish, you better come out and stop me!”
Oh Home Alone, how we love you so! This 1990 film is basically a picture of our childhood, except we didn’t grow up in Chicago and our name wasn’t Kevin. That being said, we do watch Home Alone every holiday season because it reminds us of our childhood Christmases, which is always a good thing.
As we’ve grown up we’ve learned that maybe you should call the cops if two burglars are planning to hit your house, and maybe a parent should count their kids, not their annoyed niece while rushing to the airport.
Oh, and maybe don’t call your nephew a “little jerk.” We’re looking at you uncle Frank!
That being said, when it really comes down to it, the holidays are prime time for nostalgia and reminiscing about the past, which is why Home Alone is so perfect.
It’s sort of like a time capsule to our childhood Christmases and it’s one of the many reasons we can’t help but turn it on whether we’re back at our parents’ house or home alone.
If you were a kid in the ’80s or ’90s (and maybe even beyond) then you know what we’re talking about when we say this film brings back some serious memories.
For example, Kevin McCallister’s (Macaulay Culkin) clothing choices, love of only cheese pizza—as an adult there are so many delicious toppings to love—and the terrible Christmas concert he ruined, which we all were in back in the day, are so throwback and totally relatable.
Whether you grew up in cold weather and had a massive family like Kevin, or grew up on the west coast with one sibling, kids from this movie’s era are brought back to their younger days from the moment this movie begins.
The great music, the outrageous Christmas decorations, and wild family dynamics are like looking at home videos of our own celebrations and it’s just wonderful.
Check out all of the reasons we feel so connected to Home Alone and why it really does feel like we’re back at our childhood Christmases below.
Warning: you will immediately want to watch Home Alone—which you should do—and chow down on ice cream in your pajamas upon reading this.
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal!