The king of the happily-ever-after-rites-de-passage-teen-movie, John Hughes, is dead. And unlike the death of Michael Jackson, which seems to be raising ever more ludicrous questions, there is really only one question to ask concerning Hughes: what was his greatest film?
Undoubtedly there are a number of great titles to choose from, but I’d like to stake a claim for a film that probably isn’t very high up on many peoples’ greatest ever Hughes films list. That film is Home Alone. Now, there are as many reasons to dislike this film as there are to like it. For every positive attribute – for every genuinely funny moment or great scene, there is a cringe-worthy slab of over-sentimental Americana. Ultimately though, this film, now twenty years old, is a success because of the three Johns – Hughes, who wrote it; Williams, who wrote the music; and Candy, who quite spectacularly steals the show in his handful of scenes.
Reason number one why this film isn’t perhaps top dog in the Hughes pantheon: Hughes didn’t direct it. When you think about the Holy Trinity of Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (all of which Hughes wrote and directed) they have a distinct, one-man’s-vision, feel to them. It is clear that Hughes has written the lines, knows exactly how they should be delivered and tells the actors how to deliver them. Home Alone (in places) doesn’t have quite that same stylistic consistency and unmistakable John Hughes feel to it. However, it’s always worth remembering your target audience, something Hughes did in this film by appointing Chris Columbus as director. Columbus is a kids’ film director par excellence; before Home Alone, he’d had sizeable successes with The Goonies and Gremlins and has since cemented that reputation with the first two Harry Potter films. Had Home Alone been directed in the manner of The Breakfast Club, some of the endearing childishness of the film would most likely have been lost.
This brings us to the biggest potential problem with the film – its surface of saccharine, childish commerciality. However, looked at a bit deeper, Home Alone can be interpreted as a deliberate attempt at smashing to smithereens all the traditional hallmarks of the family holiday film; in HA the moral message is not so much spelled out for the audience as ceremonially dumped over them with a cement mixer. Continue reading