Wife and I watched a few over the years. They’re comfort food. You know the plot, you know that Candace Cameron Bure, Lacy Chabert, or Danica McKellar are going to get the Generic Handsome Man at the end, and you still watch.
Don’t forget the BlackAdder version. Truly heartwarming.
There just aren’t enough Christmas movies which go to Hell…
Now that’s a movie I would watch…right after The Long Kiss Goodnight.
Fun fact: Bill Murray’s ending speech was not in the script at all. When he suddenly launched into it during shooting, writer Michael O’Donoghue thought he was having a breakdown.
Did not know that. Excellent fact.
From what I’ve heard via interviews over the years, that’s pretty standard for Bill Murray; he was constantly going ‘off the cuff’ during filming of many of movies.
True, and he had apparently been improvving throughout the picture. I gather that the speech was very radically different from what was planned. (And of course, writer Mr. Mike was no doubt grousing as well.)
I just learned that it’s become a tradition of sorts for right-wing pundits to explain that we’ve all been wrong about who the heroes and villains of classic Christmas stories are, unironically penning op-eds in defense of pre-redemption Scrooge and Old Man Potter.
I confess that I may have occasionally empathized with the Grinch but mostly because I can see why someone might choose to spend the holidays alone with his dog rather than partake in an annual ritual of noisy consumerism.
The Grinch could have solved his problem by investing in noise cancelling ear-plugs; he didn’t have to resort to B&E, & grand theft.
Yeah I do believe there was some kind of lesson in there about how burglary is wrong.
Though if he had a good lawyer he could probably beat the “Breaking and Entering” charges since he entered through the chimney, Santa-style.
1979. Not 1997.
The prototypical Christmas slasher movie:
As long as it’s not Silent Night, Deadly Night, or any of the ill-advised sequels.
That shit was pure-D AWFUL, even by B-horror movie standards.