Can I just say I think Kevin is a little bit of a prick? He mouths off to his parents, destroys the Christmas pageant at his school, complains about the gifts he receives, and carries that stupid voice recorder everywhere he goes! I honestly believe his parents keep “accidently” leaving poor helpless Kevin at home on purpose! I am not saying they are doing it knowingly mind you, but perhaps their hatred for that drowsy-eyed monster runs so deep they don’t realize their true emotions, or their evil intentions. That has to be the reason they always make Kevin sleep in the same bed as Fuller every year. They know he wets the bed Kevin! They know and they think its hilarious!!!
Since we are talking about Kevin’s parents, how are they not in prison? Shouldn’t their ugly ass-faced brood all be in protective custody? I mean seriously, they don’t have a single decent looking child, not one. I would also like to know what the dad does for a living, because whatever it is that is what I am going to do. The man is so completely loaded they make the Bueller family look like the Buckets. He has the nicest house this side of the Universal back-lot, he keeps thousands of dollars in a white envelope in a backpack he was going to CHECK at the airport before his shithead son Kevin stole it from him, he always pays for the entire family’s vacation every year (even his horrible brother Frank and his repellent wife and offspring), and has statues of little men in his driveway. Why is it no one can avoid hitting that stupid jockey? You think after denting the bumper of his Geo Storm a thousand times, the pizza guy would finally just snap and chuck that stupid sculpture into nearest trash bin.
I really thought I liked this movie, but having watched it again I am not so sure. A LOT of things pissed me off. Like that idiot Mr. Duncan that owns FAO Schwarz, or whatever they called the toy store in the film. “May I suggest the turtle doves?” No, Creeps you can’t, because Kevin is 10-years-old, he is not interested in some pedo’s insinuating propositions… or maybe he is. This is the same 10-year-old that goes out of his way to make friends with the last person on earth you would want your young son to be friendly with. Out of the millions of freaks Kevin could have befriended in New York City, he chooses the one senior citizen that is so desperate to hide from the rest of society she literally tries to camouflage her hobo rags with pigeon shit.
And perhaps I am just too old, but the big finale was kind of a let down. Sure it was funny when Marv shot a nail gun into his ass, or Harry mumbled incomprehensible obscenities after the back-left leg of a baby grand piano shattered his left testicle… but I really wanted these lowlifes to catch that little bastard this time around. I mean come on; they really deserve to bash that smirking little smartass’ face in!
If they can’t do it, then I want a crack at it. That’s right Macaulay, can you hear me? I am gonna give you to the count of tree, to get your ugly, yella, no good keester off my Netflix, before I pump your guts full of lead… one … two … tree… Now give me back my change you filthy animal!