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Revisiting ‘Better Watch Out’ and Its Memorable ‘Home Alone’ Inspired Kill!
John Hughes was a prolific filmmaker with a reputation for having his fingers on the pulse of teen culture. He was a defining voice of youth in the ‘80s and articulated the trials and tribulations of adolescence in a way that left an indelible mark on cinema with many beloved films. His blend of emotional poignancy and humor extended beyond teen movies; Hughes also gave us memorable grown-up comedies and holiday classics like Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, and Home Alone.
Back in 2016, director Chris Peckover drew inspiration from Hughes during the creation of Better Watch Out, a mean-spirited twist on home invasion horror that navigates the social dynamics of teens against the holiday backdrop.
The plot follows 12-year-old Luke Lerner (Levi Miller) as he’s left alone for the night with babysitter Ashley (Olivia DeJonge) while his parents Robert (Patrick Warburton) and Deandra (Virginia Madsen) attend a holiday party. Harboring a longtime crush, Luke is hoping to seduce Ashley. Their quiet night of pizza and horror movie watching is interrupted first by Luke’s best friend Garrett (Ed Oxenbould), and then by a masked and armed intruder. All hell breaks loose.
Initially, Zack Kahn’s screenplay was far bleaker, and the twist didn’t come until much, much later. Peckover and Kahn reworked it, making the ramifications of the twist a more prominent aspect of the story. When reflecting on the works of John Hughes, Peckover was interested in how his universally loved characters could remain so while essentially getting away with anything. Characters like Ferris Bueller, for example, who was so affable and charming; yet when you pick apart his actions, he’s not such a nice guy after all. Or the way that John Bender comes across as a misunderstood protagonist despite the way he treats Claire in The Breakfast Club. That’s Levi. An intelligent and well-mannered boy, but the more Better Watch Out progresses, the more sociopathic and dangerous he reveals himself to be. The cast’s tremendous performances and Peckover’s balance of tone, both the brutal and the brutally funny, make it work.
It’s not hard to see how easily films like Christmas Vacation or Home Alone could fall into horror with minor shifts in tone or perspective. Without the cheeky humor or the intent to make a family film, Kevin McAllister could’ve been catastrophically traumatized by the Wet Bandits, or worse- dead. Fitting then, that Peckover pays significant tribute to the holiday classic in what’s now become the film’s most memorable kill.
“Whoa, you’re fucking Home Alone-ing him?”

Garrett aptly says what we’re all thinking when we see Levi gleefully holding a paint can from the second-floor railing, trying to position his victim, Ricky (Aleks Mikic), in line with its pendulum swing. In a wry wink to the audience, the paint strategically covers the can’s exterior to spell out “Splatter.” Garrett and Ashley plead with Levi to drop it, so Levi complies by swinging the paint can one final time toward Ricky’s head. It collides with an awful, stomach-churning crunch; bright yellow infuses with Ricky’s blood, vivid and viscous. It’s a horrible way to go.
Peckover paints (ha, see what I did there) a pretty disturbing picture of what happens when heavy paint cans smash into a person’s face even when you don’t quite see it. The sound and implication, as well as the bloody aftermath, is enough for our minds to fill in the blanks. For the curious, though, the actual science behind Kevin McAllister’s booby traps has been a source of curiosity for years now, and this article and this video make it explicitly clear the toll this “trap” takes on a human face. The Wet Bandits got off miraculously, but poor Ricky did not go gentle into the good night.
None of this is to say that Peckover set out to make a John Hughes Christmas movie with a horror twist. Still, he does strike up an interesting dialogue with Hughes’s films, namely in how they often turned what could have been despicable characters into likable leads. In Better Watch Out, Levi begins as the pleasant hero, but it’s revealed to be a polished façade for the monster beneath. The detached and gleeful way he borrows from Home Alone to slaughter his romantic competition is the perfect highlight of both Levi and the film’s tonal balance between viciously warped and comedic. If you’re looking for a great double feature, look no further.
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André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.

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