A Very Serious Essay About Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

Disclaimer: This essay has been adapted from the script I wrote for a video essay about a year ago. During the editing process, Adobe Premiere almost dragged my laptop to the depths of hell so I scrapped it. Now here it is, adapted for the text format. Enjoy and happy holidays!

I am a very dedicated defender of the movie Home Alone 2: Lost In New York. Despite its 27% Rotten Tomatoes rating (compared to the original which sits at 62%), I firmly believe that the second Home Alone movie is superior in almost every way to the original. A major aspect of my appreciation for this film comes from the addition of a secondary antagonist for young Kevin McAllister, Tim Curry’s nameless concierge character (because he is not given a proper name I will be referring to the character as Tim Curry for the sake of simplicity). For a film often criticized for being a carbon copy of the original, the inclusion of secondary antagonists is a major shake-up. But that’s enough build-up, it’s time to tell you what I’m really here to talk about today. Home Alone 2: Lost In New York is actually a Marxist work about class struggle, and Tim Curry’s character is the key to it all.

Now at first glance, when one attempts to look at Home Alone 2 through the Marxist lens, they would expect that Tim Curry is a stand-in for the bourgeoisie oppressor. It isn’t an unreasonable conclusion to draw, considering he performs his work in the gilded halls of the Plaza hotel. Yet, I would argue the opposite, Tim Curry and his motley crew of hotel staff burglars are working class heroes.

To understand this better, let us look at the other primary antagonists of the film: The Wet/Sticky Bandits. The Sticky Bandits’ primary mark in the film is a chest full of cash intended for charity from Duncan’s Toy Chest. Curry’s crew, on the other hand, are performing petty thievery on the wealthy. The Sticky Bandit’s steal from the poor, Curry from the rich. The dichotomy posits the Sticky Bandits as a symbol of the bourgeoisie and Curry as a proletariat Robin Hood type. Keep in mind that the Sticky Bandits are also fresh off escaping from prison, and you know who’s great at avoiding serving time for their crimes? Exactly. You may ask, how can Tim Curry be a warrior against the bourgeoisie if he never interacts with the Sticky Bandits that represent them? Well, there is another character who plays the part of bourgeoisie in Home Alone 2. Kevin McAllister.

Kevin McAllister is the puppet master himself. He creates the illusions that instill into the working class a fear that keeps them complacent. If we look at the tricks that Kevin uses in his interactions with Tim Curry, there is a noticeable absence of the life-threatening physical traps that he likes to employ with the Sticky Bandits. Instead, it is primarily the use of shadowy figures (Christopher Columbus got a little too on the nose in the Marxist symbolism here if I do say so myself) and voice recordings. The purpose of both are the same, to make it appear as if there is a more formidable threat than there actually is. If Kevin McAllister and Tim Curry had to get into a fist fight, I’m sure Tim Curry would win, much in the same way the working class vastly outnumbers the upper class. But these fear-mongering tactics keep Tim Curry scared.

The most heartbreaking scene when viewing Home Alone 2 through the Marxists lens comes the morning after Tim Curry sees the shadow of an inflatable clown in the shower and believes it to be Kevin’s father. Mortified by what he believes to have happened last night, Tim Curry bends the proverbial knee to Kevin. He offers the child a free limousine and a pizza (compliments of the plaza hotel) to try and make up for what he has done. The fear tactics were so successful that Tim Curry has victimized himself into believing that he was wrong for even daring to get a peek at the true form of the upper class.

Marx couldn’t have written a better allegory for systemic oppression of the proletariat if he tried. Tim Curry is so scared of the ruling class that he literally gives them more stuff. This system of self-oppression is a crucial part of a capitalist society’s ability to control the lower class. Those who attempt to challenge this system and break free of their confines are faced with extreme risk in achieving success, to the point in which for most people the options are either settle in an unfulfilling job or not have any job at all.

Hope is not lost however, we witness the key to defeating this systemic oppression of the working class when the concierge discovers that the credit card that Kevin uses was reported stolen. When we see that most of the upper class have acquired their wealth either by inheritance or shady dealings, we are also able to see past the notion that they are inherently more deserving of wealth than everybody else (this seems like a good moment to acknowledge the problematic in hindsight Trump cameo). The power of the upper class lies in the inflatable clowns and old movie dialogues that constantly indoctrinate us in society, and the power of the working class should lie in seeing them for what they really are and refusing to oppress themselves.

Because when it comes down to it, as crafty as Kevin is, he fears Tim Curry because he knows that as soon as the concierge sees the truth he has lost all power. It is here that we will finish off by circling back to Tim Curry’s character not having a name. Because seeing through this veil is not a one-person job, the power of the proletariat lies in their strength as a collective whole. He doesn’t have a name because he is not just one person, but an entire class of people. Also, Kevin McAllister is a psychopath. Don’t even get me started on that.



Nutvember 2017: Stories in a Nutshell

For the past month of October I have been hearing a lot about people doing Inktober, an initiative where artists do an ink drawing each day of October. Now that’s fine and dandy but how do I make this about MEEEEEEEEE. I can’t draw.

So this November I’m doing my own thing in a similar vein for what I actually do, write. Every day this month I’m going to try and write an extremely short story (like seriously very short) as an exercise in brevity (it is the soul of wit, or so I’ve been told). These stories are “nutshell sized”, hence the name Nutvember. For simplicity’s sake I’m going to work off the same prompt list for this years Inktober.

Keep an eye here and on my Twitter where I’ll be posting my nuts. If for some bizarre reason anyone wanted to try this as well then feel free to co-opt #nutvember from people participating in discussion of various butters and testicle issues.

Prompt List

  1. Swift
  2. Divided
  3. Poison
  4. Underwater
  5. Long
  6. Sword
  7. Shy
  8. Crooked
  9. Screech
  10. Gigantic
  11. Run
  12. Shattered
  13. Teeming
  14. Fierce
  15. Mysterious
  16. Fat
  17. Graceful
  18. Filthy
  19. Cloud
  20. Deep
  21. Furious
  22. Trail
  23. Juicy
  24. Blind
  25. Ship
  26. Squeak
  27. Climb
  28. Fall
  29. United
  30. Found
  31. Mask (I don’t know where I’ll put this in because November only has 30 days but whatever it’s a bonus or something)

A Case for Candids

I recently spent some time editing a large number of images I took during a family trip to Ottawa this past summer, and it got me thinking about my disdain for the posed photo. Now I should clarify that in the context of this article I am talking about candid and posed photos in relation to what I’ll call “souvenir” photography. Photos taken for the purpose of capturing an experience. Posed photos for artistic purposes are something I thoroughly endorse. In fact, I wish to speak about aesthetic qualities as little as possible here, and rather focus on the psychology of these images. Let’s get started then.


No offense to my family, but I do not like this picture. Not just because of my god-awful smirk. Rather, I don’t like the idea of this picture. The issue that this image raises for me is the memories I have associated with is. When I talk to people about my dislike for the posed souvenir picture, I often get the response that it’s simply meant to cement a moment in time. So in this case, this photo should be saying “Hey, we were all in Ottawa by the Parliament Building!” My problem, however, is that it doesn’t say that to me. When I look at this picture, the memory it raises isn’t that of fun times on vacation with the family. It brings back the memory of trying to get everyone into the photo. This is the issue I have with posed vacation pics: while it does indeed cement a moment in time, it isn’t the moment that I want cemented. It’s not the fun times on the trip, but rather the temporary detour from those times.

So as not to be a Negative Nancy the whole time, let’s look at some of my favourite photos from the trip that capture the kind of moments that I want to capture.

ottawa-27I took this photo during a Haunted Walk we did around Ottawa and the thing I like so much about this picture is that it reminds me of the experience of that. It is one thing to be able to say “We went on a Haunted Walk.” It is another to be able to look at this image and also recall the atmosphere and mood of actually being on that walk. I am reminded of how rapt we were listening to our guide’s stories, and how people would turn and look agape when he pointed towards that window where some people would see the ghost of the girl killed by a falling icicle. That is what I find beautiful about candid photography, it captures not just the objective happening of something but also the subjective emotional context. It says far more than what is plain and simple to see, it’s power for recall extending beyond the boundaries of the image.


This image was also taken during the Haunted Walk, as we walked along the Rideau Canal. I have no idea who this guy is. But aside from my personal artistic motif of photographing people taking pictures, this shot also reminds me of a much broader experience. One of my favourite parts of this trip wasn’t any specific place I visited, it was watching the people of Ottawa. There was a lot of idle walking between places in Ottawa and the conversations I had with my family during those walks about our surroundings, that is the kind of thing I want to memorialize. This picture of a random guy taking a picture of a girl on the Rideau Canal, it brings me back to the memories of all the people we passed on the streets of Ottawa living their own personal lives. These hundreds of miniature vignettes of lives existing completely separate from yours. That is magical to me, and to capture just one of those also encompasses the broader experience of that trip.

ottawa-37So go ahead and take that posed group shot in front of the Parliament Building if you want to, but I implore you not to stop there. So much of a trip’s wonder lies in the small, miniature moments that we so often neglect to capture on camera. And those are the moments that we forget so much easier than the simple nature of being somewhere. Whether you’re using a smart phone or a DSLR, we can capture so many pictures in this digital age so just keep taking them. I promise you, that picture that you almost didn’t take? That is going to be the one you treasure most.ottawa-8

Albums: The Best of ‘Em, So Far, in 2017.

Some of you may know that last December I wrote about my top albums of 2016 on my old website. I’ve been keeping a spreadsheet this year in preparation for another list but I’m starting to realize while looking at upcoming releases that a lot of my favourites I might not even get the chance to mention. After all, there’s Kendrick, Pusha T, and Vince Staple albums coming soon and so many more. So I decided I’ll try and talk about some of my favourites from the beginning of the year to the end of March, in no particular order, and be ready for what’s to come with the rest of 2017.

Quelle Chris – Being You is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Oftenbeingyou

Aside from just being one of my all time favourite album names, Being You is Great is also just a straight up high quality alt rap album. With the sardonic, spoken-word-esque flows synonymous with the art trap trend, Chris puts together a celebration of being in an existential crisis and reassuring yourself of self-worth. It’s basically Formation for slackers.

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Killer Mike and El-P just keep on killing it. Their chemistry on these tracks is basically unparalleled, and El-P has brought a unique and creative range of beats that still manage to flow seamlessly. RTJ3 is their most overtly political album yet, but they don’t let having a message get in the way of making just all around great hip-hop.

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This album is intensely sad, and I can’t say I’d recommend it to many people. The total album comes in longer than two hours, with most tracks around ten minutes in length of vocalist Mark Kozelek rambling about various things. Despite all that, Common as Light and Love is one of the most emotionally moving albums I’ve heard in a long time. I was in the mood for a nostalgic cry before the first track “God Bless Ohio” was even finished. This album is a commitment and a trek to get through, but it is also extremely rewarding if you can put in the time.

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One of the funnest and weirdest albums to come out so far this year, the lyrics on this album perfectly capture Thundercat’s eccentric character. If you don’t want to be his best friend by the end of the album, you’ll at least want to have lunch with him and figure out what the hell his deal is. The backing instrumentals are also exceptional and make for some great music to have on whether it’s just in the background or you want to give it a good listen. Also has the GOAT album cover.

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Did you enjoy the concept of British rap music on Drake’s More Life but wanted to find some on an project with actual quality and any kind of emotion put into it? Welcome to grime music, enjoy this album. I don’t really have a lot to say about this album except that it’s simply well-produced banger after well-produced banger. The braggadocio-filled bars bring the necessary level of hype to go with the very hard-hitting beats. Just B A N G E R S.

Honourable Mentions I was too lazy to write anything about:

  • Sampha – Process
  • Oddisee – The Iceberg
  • Jonwayne – Rap Album 2

If you liked this check out the post on my previous site with my favourites of 2016

One Year of Safety James: A Retrospective

On March 9th, 2016, I published a dumb video on Youtube. Normally that’s a sentence that would precede the story of a video blowing up but I’m not gonna act like that, as of writing this it still hasn’t cracked 1000 views. Nevertheless, this dumb dumb video was somehow the most formative moment in my creative endeavors so far. This is the Story of the Ballad of Safety James.

Part 1

Safety James: Origins

The Safety James video was originally created for a Specialist High Skills Major competition I entered for my school. Me and co-creator Adam Garrett were approached by our school’s communication technology teacher Mr. Morphet about representing our schools multimedia talent at this event that would take place come March. We forgot about it until March 1st.

Adam was probably a lot more involved in the creative process than I’ll make it sound, but I’m writing this and I’m the protagonist of this story so sucks to be him.

We knew the subject matter we had to cover in our video ahead of the actual event date. We were to make a work safety PSA with the intent of virality in order to communicate our message with #millennials. Ahead of the competition, we were to prepare a comprehensive script, production document, storyboard, and any graphics or audio that couldn’t be produced on location. I knew immediately that one thing we could not do was make something that takes work safety seriously. Part of that decision was that I am for the most part incapable of sincerity, irony is integral to my existence. But the bigger reason was that I recognized that nobody cares about a serious work safety PSA. We’ve seen it all before, so I took a different approach. I decided to rap.

I’d like to get it out of the way, I know I can’t rap. I thoroughly understand that. And that’s why I wanted to do it so badly. Now, while I can’t rap myself, I am a big hip hop fan. It is pretty much all I listen to. In particular, I am a big fan of bad rap, the kind that out of touch old people make to reach out to use #millenials.

I’d like to give a shoutout to another Wendy’s song that, although irrelevant to my story, is just legitimately super catchy. Check out Hot Drinks

The most quintessential aspect of these raps is the simplistic AABB rhyme scheme, and the bars whose syllable counts are, well, not great. This concept would serve as the formula for The Ballad of Safety James as I began to write my masterpiece. The biggest obstacle still stood in front of me though, the opening lines. I knew these lines would have to be iconic, if only because I needed to communicate the tone of the video right away. If it wasn’t clear that it was parodic of these other cheesy raps. Enter podcasts (yeah that’s right this thing is a freakin’ Odyssey, it has got everything).

While half of my inspiration came from old training videos, the rest came from improv comedy podcasts. Improv rapping helped with a crucial part of the process. I knew I needed my opening line to be a powerful signifier of tone, so what could work better than stealing the popular opening line of choice of Comedy Bang Bang host Scott Aukerman. The format of “My name’s x and I’m here to say, I love to y in a z way” is by no means unique to Scott Aukerman, but I feel he is a master of the phrase and also like I’ve got other things to talk about this is already way too long, like I’m barely halfway through, I don’t have time to like list every comedian to use this line ok so just chill.

I also need to cite Dan Harmon, creator of Community, Rick and Morty, and host of the podcast Harmontown. In his “Family” freestyle from the podcast, he introduces himself with a “my name is MC John” over the instrumental “Who Like to Party” by Kevin MacLeod of Incompetech.com. While that opening line was also partial inspiration for mine, the bigger influence here was the instrumental which I straight up copied for Safety James. While musically it is more of a disco track, it was the best approximation of the kind of backing music those training videos would use that was royalty free.

Don’t worry, that’s hopefully it for video references for a while. Now, I wish I could say there was a better story behind the actual name Safety James but it’s rather boring. I just went with James to create an internal rhyme with “names” and throwing Safety in front of that seemed sufficiently stupid enough to work.

Part 2

Not Especially High Skills

While I was busy being a creative genius and formulating pretty much every aspect of this video, Adam wasn’t doing much. So I left him one thing to do, I gave him the script and asked him to make a storyboard. I believe this is where you could say things went “downhill”. We had roughly 2 or 3 hours during which we would have to both shoot and edit our video. Once we arrived, I looked at Adam’s storyboard and realized a problem. He wrote some props into the storyboard, A LOT of props, and didn’t exactly realize he needed to bring these props with him. So we improvised.

Looking back now I find these awkward substitutions add to the aesthetic, but we were there for a competition so it was a legitimate setback as we’d be docked points for straying from the storyboard. Some of these items we were missing included, beakers, a door that said manager on it, a mop, and a wet floor sign. The beaker was substituted for a Tupperware container I happened to have in my bag, filled with some strange coloured water from a water fountain. The fact that the water was so poor quality was a happy coincidence. I have no idea how the door that said manager on it was supposed to happen, even if Adam had brought things. The shot of me leaning up against a locker with a floppy piece of paper with “MANAGER” writing in block letters sticking out of it is probably my favourite shot in the whole video. The mop and wet floor sign were to be used during the iconic “hip, hop, hippity hop” refrain at the end. It was replaced by me awkwardly bobbing by various walls. Once again we got somewhat lucky when I found a door with a warning about wet floors on the window.

There’s honestly not much else to say about the actual creation process after that. I genuinely feel that the audio sync was pretty darn good aside from that rough beginning, and I recognized the sync was always gonna be kind of off. But once again, I figured that kind of minor error contributed to this vibe we were trying to achieve. It’s a bad rap song, chances are that this character isn’t great at syncing audio.

The real meat to this part of the story is the conclusion of the competition. We were actually finished and had our video exported half an hour early. We were feeling confident. Despite those faux-pas with the props, we basically created exactly what we set out to do. Besides us, there were 5 other teams competing in this category. It was actually a sort of qualification competition, the top 3 picks by the judges would move on to the next level of competition. After lunch, the judges went to watch the videos and choose the 3 winners. They would be presented in no particular order of victory after a screening of all 6, and those who didn’t make it had no idea if they were a fourth choice or a sixth choice. In case you haven’t figured it out through context clues yet, we were not in that top 3.

I’m not gonna lie, I felt snubbed. I WAS snubbed. We saw the other videos, so I saw the winners. And they were bland, conventional, formulaic. The objective of this competition wasn’t just a workplace safety ad, it was supposed to be one capable of spreading virally to reach the #millennials. There was nothing about these winners that suggested to me that they would fulfill this goal. I was a bit vindictive, you could say I was being a little vain but I know and believe to this day that I should have placed. So I decided to prove them wrong. The next day, I put it up on Youtube and began to share it.

Part 3 (I swear it’s almost over I’m sorry)

The Post-Safety James Era

Once again, I won’t go as far as to say that I went viral. I remind you I have yet to reach 1000 views. But it still spread considerably far for the size of my town. By the end of that school day a substitute teacher I had never seen before recognized me in the hallway as “that safety guy”. Somehow my manager at work had seen it by the time I went in that night. I believe I was at something like 300 views by the end of the first day. It grew slowly for the rest of the week, until it stagnated at roughly 450 views. It kind of died off after that, and faded into the background. I’d show new people I met it occasionally but it became rather minor to me.

That was until I went off to university and I showed it to my entire floor. It was a big hit among my floor mates and it reinvigorated my belief in this video. I look back and knew I was justified to doubt the judges’ choices, because guess what? I did it, I got a couple hundred #millennials to watch a work safety ad. My ego grew even bigger after my views spiked all the way up to 900 one day. I still don’t even know where those views came from, but they watched it and that’s what counts.

It sounds dumb, but this whole experience has been instrumental to my growth as a creative individual. For so long I tried to tailor my content, whether it be in a Twitter joke or actual conversation, to the audience that was there. Then I realized I didn’t need to do that. Obviously somewhere out there is an audience that responded to what I want to say. So I changed my outlook from changing content to serve my audience to just making the content I want until I find the audience that likes that. So, while I still haven’t crack 1000 views and only get about 2 or 3 likes on most of my Tweets, I don’t really care anymore. Because I believe it’s only a matter of time until I find that audience that jives with me, and when I do I’ll be ready.

So where am I now today? I am in the process of creating multiple scripts for new videos I want to make soon. I doubt even 1 in 10 people I know will like this content, or even understand the jokes I’m making, but why build a viewer base on content I don’t enjoy making? Today, a year after the original video went up on Youtube, I’ll be filming Safety James’ return to video for another work safety PSA as part of an advertising campaign for a university assignment. I’ve been wondering for a while what a Safety James sequel would look like, but I’ve decided he is best relegated to official assignments and competitions. As a figure he stands to satirize an out of touch persons attempt to connect with us #millennials, and I believe that to use him in a arbitrary situation that I create by myself would be dishonest. If I want to make a statement on an establishment with my work, I don’t see a point to making it about an establishment that doesn’t actually exist. That would be using a lot of words to say absolutely nothing. And I already did that once today.

The End.



If you made it all the way through that epic of a blog post (according to the word count this is literally longer than any of the essays I have written at university so far), thanks. You may have noticed that this is my first post on this specific blog. I have retired the use of my old blog as I am doing some rebranding of my online presence in preparation for this new content I am hoping to get out there. I plan on being much more lighthearted and actually funny here, keeping the political stuff to my Twitter feed (@DrewNot_Andrew), but we’ll see how that goes. My Twitter feed will also be the best place to keep track of anything new I do, though I plan to share them on all my social media, I am a #millennial after all. I also uploaded a design for some Safety James merch to a Spreadshirt store. They are not great but perfect if you want to wear something super ironically, which is the best way to wear something. Look through the products for the cheaper shirts if you want, because it puts the priciest of the t-shirt options at the top. And honestly the cheaper shirts have better colour options and the placement of my face is better. I also get like 4 dollars per shirt sold which is nice because I need money.