Anyway... Silent Night, Deadly Night, as mentioned previously, is a controversial cult horror classic.
Silent Night, the remake, is, most definitely, not.
I won't lie. I heard they were remaking/psuedo-sequeling this one and a squee was heard 'round the world.
I fear the squee was misplaced for Jayson Rothwell and Stephen C. Miller should both meet a sockful of nickels repeatedly and in rapid succession then be fed to angry Japanese hornets. You know... those 3-inch-long fuckers.
Ze story, she go like zis:
Small-town cop is afraid she can't do her job. She kind of hates Christmas because we're not sure why but it involves her going to church before work. Her dad used to be a cop and he caught a spree killer wearing a Santa suit and a flame-thrower and we believe that has something to do with it. So, anyway, this small Wisconsin town has a serial killer in a Santa suit, now, and it's her job to stop him. She is not getting any help because, as in all horror movies, authority figures are fucking useless and her boss, played by Malcolm McDowell, seems to only be interested in gnawing on the scenery.
Of course, he's never been known for "subtle".
Don't get me wrong. I never expected it to be an Oscar™ winner. What I DID expect, what with it starring Malcolm McDowall and Jaime King, was some decent acting. I expected a cleaner update. I expected not to be confused and wondering what the hell just happened. I expected it to be darker and edgier but not so dark as to completely strip the humor out of it. I expected to be entertained and, dammit, I wasn't.
And, you know what I expected above all? I expected to know, without a shadow of a doubt, whether or not this was a remake or a sequel. I mean, it had a few awesome moments, like the antlers, that are definitely a call-back but above all, this was a half-assed attempt at a brand-new story. A lackluster "Hero's Tale" to make Jaime King's character realize that, dammit, she WAS a good cop and she's gonna GET this guy to make up for all of her past failings because SHE FUCKED UP, dammit and she admits to it and she's gonna MAKE IT RIGHT, BY GAWD!
Gimme a fuckin' break.
Seriously? Watch this for the brat and the cattle-prod, the porn star in the wood chipper, the antlers and the gently bouncing fakeys above them and Donal Logue getting a faceful of brass knuckles.
Other than that, this movie can go silently to Hell.
I couldn't agree more. What a disappointment it was...ReplyDelete
Really loving your reviews by the way. Hilarious!
Well, thank you! Spread the word! The word is the Bird... or, something like that.Delete