Old School. Biblically Independent.
By Mike Redmond | Film | November 26, 2025
I remember going to see Home Alone in the theaters and owning a VHS copy that was like gold to any kids that came over. I can’t tell you how many times we lent that thing out. It was the movie to tweens until the sequel dropped, and despite moving a buttload of Talkboys, the franchise became a fad that never recaptured the magic of the original. (The less we talk about the Disney+ reboot, the better.)
Case in point: The first Home Alone is easily up there with Rudolph as an absolute Christmas staple. My kids will hit me with a paint can if we don’t watch it during the holidays, which oddly enough is the path that Macaulay Culkin wants to take with a potential sequel. After Home Alone 2, Culkin has famously steered clear of the franchise that made him a global superstar before he hit puberty. The poor kid went through some things, so no one blamed him for not wanting to do the Kevin scream again. Until now.
Here’s what Culkin told Variety about an idea that would bring him back to the wholesome world of home invasions and child neglect:
“I’m either a widower or a divorcee. I’m raising a kid and all that stuff. I’m working really hard and I’m not really paying enough attention and the kid is kind of getting miffed at me and then I get locked out. [Kevin’s son] won’t let me in… and he’s the one setting traps for me.”
According to Culkin, “the house is some sort of metaphor for our relationship,” and he’s essentially trying to get back into his son’s heart. “That’s the closest elevator pitch that I have. I’m not completely allergic to it, the right thing.”
Of course, the elephant in the room is that you can’t make another Home Alone as evidenced by Hollywood immediately slicing open that golden goose and never once capturing the same lightning in a bottle. We watched Home Alone 2 as family exactly once and never did that again. Heck, if I’m being honest, I’m actually sick of the first one. I floated the idea of watching something else this year, and the next day my brakes were cut. Kids, amirite?
