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Rating: Incredibly never reviewed on Debaser, Home Alone 2: Lost in New York is the sequel to the already fantastic Home Alone, and it manages to be even better and more entertaining at times.
At the start, it's all like the first movie, except for the cop-thief and the pizza guy.
The alarm doesn't ring this time either, and there's a rush to leave.
This time Kevin answers the roll call for the tickets, but a resemblance between his father's coat and another man's coat takes Kevin not to Florida, but to New York. There's the same distance between the two cities as there is between Rome and Copenhagen!
Meanwhile, the two thieves have managed to escape, and at a fish market, they return to action, this time as the "Wet Bandits" with the desire to rob Mr. Duncan's toy store.
Kevin stays at the Plaza Hotel but is immediately suspected of irregularities. Indeed, the credit card turns out to be stolen.
As in the first chapter, there's a gangster movie where this time a woman is shot, and the gag is ensured, with everyone saying "I love you."
The thieves manage to capture Kevin, but Marv lets their plan slip out of his mouth while Kevin records it with the tape recorder used at the start of the film.
Through a series of events, Kevin and the thieves find themselves in a second battle setup, even more elaborate than the first. In this aspect, especially, the sequel is better than the first.
In the second film, an elderly woman plays the role of Robert Blossom, the villain who turns out not only to be good but ultimately saves Kevin from the thieves.
While in the first movie's finale, the McCallister family gets away with Buzz's broken library, in the second, Kevin has spent over $900 on room service!
Indissolubly linked to the first, this one also deserves 5 stars from every point of view.
Home Alone from 3 to 6 are detached, despite the title, from the unsurpassable first two.
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