There is a distinct, almost Pavlovian response that triggers the moment the Berenstain-esque opening notes of John Williams’ “Somewhere in My Memory” begin to swell. For many, it signals the official arrival of the holiday season. For me, it is the starting gun for a ritual I have observed every single year since I was a young boy, wide-eyed at the cinema: the annual re-watching of Home Alone. In a landscape now saturated with “elevated” holiday fare, overly cheesy holiday flicks, and cynical subversions of the genre that even go the horror route, Chris Columbus’s 1990 masterpiece stands as a titan of […]... Keep on reading: Why 'Home Alone’ remains my ultimate Christmas movie tradition