Drive-in Cinema: Home Alone at Memorial Stadium Bristol on Wednesday 20th December 2017
Posted on: 15 Dec 2017Home Alone - that perennial festive filmic favourite - will get the Drive-In cinema treatment on Wednesday 20th December 2017 in Bristol.
Along with the celluloid likes of It's A Wonderful Life, Scrooged, Gremlins and Die Hard, Home Alone is one of those festive-themed family films that brims with so much infectious fun, energy and goodwill that it just gets better with every viewing.
The story - for anyone in the entire known universe who doesn't know - is about 8-year-old Kevin McCallister (Macaulay Culkin) who has to protect his house from a pair of bungling burgers (Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern) after his family accidentally leaves him home alone during the Christmas holidays.
Released in 1990 - yep, that makes me feel very old, too - scripted by the late John Hughes and directed by Chris Columbus, there's plenty of anarchic slapstick and cheeky mischief-making but strikes the right balance between a wholesome, endearing Christmas message and occasional festive saccharine schmaltz. There's a great score by John Williams too.
As it's a drive-in event, you won't have to worry about staving off those exponentially freezing winter chills as the sound will come directly into your car, so you can crank up that heater and enjoy the movie. Tucker and quaffage will be available courtesy of local vendors throughout the evening, and there will also be onsite toilets.
Gates open at 5pm for a prompt 5.30pm start. Tickets cost £20 and can be purchased here.
Have fun, ya filthy animals!
**For the adults, they'll be showing Love Actually at 8.15pm, tickets are also £20 per car available here.
Memorial Stadium is located at Filton Avenue, Bristol, BS7 0BF. Tel. 07753 688043
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Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg. He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels. You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.
