You know when you look back on your childhood and scorn yourself for the bad decisions you made during that time? I really ought to flog myself with a Cat O' Nine Tails for actually going to the theaters to see this movie back in 1997.
John Hughes seemed to think that making anything remotely funny would be a bad idea, since all the humorous moments in this movie are as funny as getting gangrene on your writing hand. Extremely contrived storyline and characters, annoying central character, and not an ounce of creativity to be found anywhere in this dogshit.
I still can't believe that John Hughes, the man who wrote and directed Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, wrote this horrible movie. It's sad that he couldn't really redeem himself after having a creative hand in Home Alone 3.