Meanwhile, back at the Mercer household, Carol, Max and about 16 gazillion relations are set to jet to Japan, everyone’s ideal Christmas destination. Clearly, Max must’ve taken it! Because he had a telltale lump in his coat pocket! Why, that’d be enough to pay off the house and ensure the family would never, ever have to move!īut the doll has gone missing.
#NEW HOME ALONE MOVIE#
And, oh yeah, some of them might be worth a little bit of money.Īnd so the movie might’ve ended right there.īut later that evening, Jeff discovers that one of the dolls-a little boy doll with his head plastered on upside-down-is indeed worth a little bit of money. He inherited the creepy little porcelain things. It’s Frankenstein’s monster, Jeff corrects, and those aren’t his dolls. When Max steps out of the bathroom, he runs into Jeff, calls him Frankenstein and makes fun of him for owning dolls. They’re keeping the whole plan from their two kids for now, explaining away the ever-present real estate agent as a personal trainer. But-and this is perhaps the first clue that Jeff and Pam’s parenting isn’t all that it could be-they’re selling their house in secret. Alas, they must: Jeff built his career around data migration, which (since the cloud takes care of most data migration these days) just isn’t quite the plum gig it used to be. Pam and Jeff Fritzovski own said open house, even though they don’t really want to sell the place. Thankfully, Carol spies a real-estate agent’s open house and tells Max to pretend that they’re house shopping. One day, Carol and Max drive through another well-to-do, if nondescript, neighborhood (or perhaps a section of the same neighborhood-they really are nondescript) when Max has a sudden need to use the facilities. Max and his mother, Carol, just moved from Britain to a well-to-do, if nondescript, American neighborhood where it snows. What’s that you say? Wanton violence isn’t part of your Christmas season? Not unless Uncle Edgar has too much eggnog? Clearly, you live in a different neighborhood than 10-year-old Max Mercer. A season of love and laughter, of good food and stockings by the chimney and caroling and wanton violence, and.
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