In the 90s, when a school day was declared a snow day, I would cheer at the news on TV and then beg my mom to prepare the biggest, bangin-est breakfast ever.
Just as a food coma would start to kick in, I’d stick a VHS tape in the VCR, silently curse whoever forgot to rewind it (probably me), rewind it, and then spend the morning watching a my favorite movies. 1990s movies reached a level that no other decade has been able to surpass. I fell in love with the characters and committed their dialogue to memory.
Now, with Hurricane Sandy in full effect and many people without power, I may have to resort to mentally replaying these movies in my mind. Thankfully, I’ve burned them into my brain and can share them with you, should you be reading this on your phone in a super dark room, save for an almost-discarded Yankee Candle from your mother-in-law.
An 8-year-old is accidentally left at home while his entire family flies to Paris for Christmas vaca. They live in a pretty affluent neighborhood in Chicago, and surprise, surprise, burglars have cased their house. Kevin puts up a fight, and I almost gave myself a concussion trying to hang an iron from my ceiling.
Fave line: “Buzz. Your girlfriend. Woof.”
I would have gladly married Macauley Culkin. Well, let me clarify that statement. I would have gladly married Macauley Culkin back then, not…um, not now. Because here’s Macauley Culkin now.