Month: December 2012

  • On the second day of Christmas: Five horrifying Christmas classics

    On the second day of Christmas: Five horrifying Christmas classics

    Black ChristmasOn this side of the world the nights are getting dark and long, and much time is spent settling down with mince pies in front of the television screen. But as one might expect, too many viewings of It’s a Wonderful Life (1946) have resulted in a sickly sweet feeling from which I’ve found myself seeking a diversion. Luckily, I’ve found just what I was looking for in the obscure delights of the Belfast based cult-film event, Movie Bar.

    Every couple of months the group space of the historical Ulster Hall is transformed into a B-film fan’s dream.  Sofas, beanbags and bar stools decorate the floor, accompanied by a licensed bar, and pop up projection equipment screening carefully selected horror, sci-fi and just plain obscure films.  And given that we’re now in the month of December, it was no surprise to see a Christmas-centric double-bill playing at the latest screening. Christmas Evil (1980) and Black Christmas (1974) were on offer, accompanied by trailers for other seasonally appropriate B-movies. How could I resist?

    And so, in the spirit of enjoying the festive season without suffering too severely from that sickly sweet sensation, I’ve reviewed both of these films, and three more of my cult Christmas favourites.

     

    Christmas Evil (1980) 

    Harry, a simple worker in a corporate toy factory, is deeply traumatised by a troubled past. Oh, and Harry still believes in Santa Claus. One day, as payback for all those who have bullied and mistreated him, Harry dons the suit and persona of Santa in a twisted desire to live out the role.  Queue everyday toys made creepy, surrounded by modified old fashioned dolls and soldiers, this Santa goes to sleep in his personally constructed wonderland of gifts.  Treated as mentally deficient by his brother, it won’t take much to push Harry over the edge this Christmas.

    Soon enough, keeping giant ledgers of good and bad children progresses into taking revenge on those who Harry feels need to be taught a lesson.  Ridiculous characterisation and comically over the top violence make Christmas Evil one I’ll be returning to, for all the wrong reasons.

     

    Black Christmas (1974) 

    Remade in 2006, this is typical sorority-house horror.  Strange phone calls and girls going missing are early clues that there’s something sinister on the loose.  While the numbers decrease, suspicion and finger-pointing escalate as each character’s background reveals a potential motive. Gory deaths and clues pile up in front of the audience, but are generally concealed from the protagonists, providing a suspenseful thrill as the narrative escalates. It’s a fantastic “don’t trust anyone” game of cat-and-mouse, surprisingly likely to hold the viewer’s attention until the final moment. As far as terrible Christmas B-movies go, this is at the top of the pile.

     

    The Blackout (2009)

    A monster movie had to feature in my picks somewhere, and Gremlins wasn’t quite obscure enough to make this particular list.  I needed something equally as terrible as the aforementioned double bill and The Blackout is definitely up there.

    On Christmas Eve, power surges and frequent tremors lead to a complete black out in Los Angeles. The residents of an apartment block find themselves without a mobile phone signal and suddenly not as alone or secure as they presumed.  This is all about noises in the dark, faulty torches, people getting separated and basically everything nightmares are made of.  Something is out there and it’s hunting.  Nothing magical, it’s sure not The Descent (2005) by any means, but a nice festive romp of the same nature.

     

    Don’t Open Till Christmas (1984)

    This is essentially Christmas Evil in reverse. There’s a killer on the loose in London with a penchant for killing Santa. Scotland Yard are on the case, but can they catch up with this menace before he makes his mark an annual tradition?  Brutal and hyper violent ‘the gift of terror that just won’t wait’ is a giggle-a-long fantasy of completely absurd proportions.

     

    Rare Exports a Christmas Tale (2010)

    This is by far my favourite Christmas film of recent years. Unlike anything I’ve seen before, this film approaches its subject matter via one of my favourite modes of filmmaking, that of a dark and threatening fairytale viewed through through a child’s eyes.  The Finnish are known for their short films, and this feature is a true testament to the creative talent within the country.

    The perfectly ironic tag line, ’This Christmas everyone will believe in Santa Claus’, subtly hints at the truth behind what is soon revealed to be the ‘closest ever guarded secret of Christmas’ hidden deep within the Korvatunturi Mountains. Young Pietari, the son of a reindeer farmer, begins to suspect something’s amiss when the reindeers don’t come back to the ranch and are found massacred. It’s up to him to investigate. This is without doubt the most original Christmas feature out there to date and has made its way into my annual viewing schedule.

     

    It’s important not to loose sight of what Christmas is about for each individual. Everybody has their own traditions and reasons to celebrate the holiday with cheer. If you’re stuck in a bit of a rut this year, try something a bit out of the ordinary, but don’t take advice from any of the previously mentioned characters for goodness sake.  Eat, drink, be merry, scare yourself silly for a few hours, and indulge in a few nasty surprises. It’s all in the name of hearty fun.

     

  • On the first day of Christmas: Cinema IS Christmas

    On the first day of Christmas: Cinema IS Christmas

    It is a common misconception in many countries that Christmas Day is the last of the twelve days of Christmas – in actual fact it is traditionally the first day. It’s quite likely that this general misunderstanding has largely been fostered by retailers who have little use for a twelve day Christmas campaign that commences the day after people have completed their festive shopping. And so, in the spirit of Christmas confusion, CURNBLOG is commencing its ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ article series nineteen days before Christmas. Why? Well… why not? 

    And so, to celebrate, we’re kicking off the first day of CURNBLOG Christmas with the republication of last year’s most popular Christmas piece – “Cinema is Christmas”.

     

    White ChristmasAs a person unaffiliated with any particular kind of religion or spiritualism, at Christmas time I am left contemplating the question that millions of other human beings in today’s more secular society must be pondering at the same time –what am I celebrating? Why is this day meaningful to me?

    The easiest answers reside in notions of togetherness, family, and “good will to all men” (excuse the archaic gender specificity). In other words, we are taking a brief moment to recognise the importance of our families, friends and a connection to our fellow humans. Others might say that Christmas has been taken over by the parallel mythology of Santa Claus, the old man whose paternal embrace is closer to young children’s hearts than the religious ideals to which he has been haphazardly aligned. Meanwhile, cynics will argue that the day (and Santa himself) is now simply a conduit for the encouragement of hysterical consumer behaviours. All these points are (in their own way) true.

    And of course, many would be appalled at the reduction of this sacred holiday to anything other than its origins, the celebration of the birth of Jesus, the locus of Christianity’s beginnings (although it has been postulated that both the date and the use of a tree might be remnants from either pagan rites or earlier Christian “tree of life” ceremonies).

    However, I wish to boldly claim that the reason Christmas still beats in the hearts of those who have long since abandoned (or simply never recognised) its intended meaning, is that the moving image has slowly transformed the holiday into something else. But what? A humanist celebration? And why the moving image?

    Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer (1964)
    Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer (1964)

    If I think of Christmas in years gone by, especially during my childhood, one of the defining elements in framing my experiences was that little box of moving images that populates almost every living room in the Western world. Christmas movies, Christmas cartoons, the live presentation of our dear city’s Carols by Candlelight celebrations – these were the markers that confirmed it was Christmas. It wouldn’t be enough to know that my family were celebrating on this day. What defined the experience was that television seemed to literally be celebrating as well – and if TV was celebrating, that meant that EVERY house was celebrating (please excuse the simple mind of a young boy, unaware that the entire world was not a part of this religious rite).

    That little box flooded our home with the iconographic power of Santa Claus, reindeer, elves, baby Jesus, Frosty the snowman, mistletoe, Bing Crosby, Christmas carols and SNOW SNOW SNOW! Indeed, here in Melbourne, Australia where Christmas Day falls in summer and averages a temperature of around 25 degrees Celsius (77F), you will still see countless shop windows all over the city sprayed with a kind of snow-in-a-bottle concoction designed to (quite absurdly) meet the iconographic expectations that the moving image has placed on Christmas.

    It's a Wonderful Life (1946)
    It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)

    And what are my favourite early memories of Christmas? Die Hard (1988), Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer(1964), Jack Frost (1979), Bush Christmas (1947), Santa Claus (1985), a hundred washed-out black-and-white American classics, endless TV Christmas specials, some awful telemovie with Olivia Newton-John, and every single adaptation of A Christmas Carol I ever saw. Yeah, I can remember family dinners, Christmas trees and big piles of presents, but I’m not entirely sure these haven’t been filtered and enhanced by the iconography that film and television have implanted in my mind.

    And I know what you’re thinking – this guy sees cinema in everything, he’s totally biased. Well you’re probably right. But today, right here and now, I’m happy to declare – Cinema IS Christmas!

    Merry Christmas!