|Krampus . . .
||[Jan. 5th, 2016|11:24 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . is as well done as horror flicks get---effects, acting, writing, directing, etc., etc.---but why do I keep going to them? I don't go to many, but when I do I always regret it. The movie has to be a snooze for at least a minute, maybe three to five, to lull/bait the audience going into each flash-bang reveal. So you end up with a lot of slow parts. In most horror flicks, everyone has to act really stupid to make things work. If they have one firing brain cell between them, they get in the car (before it becomes weirdly disabled), drive away and, poof, no movie. That wasn't the case so much here. The characters didn't go looking for some horror to step in like they so often do in horror flicks; the horror pretty much came to them, but still . . . And it was a bit formulaic, not as formulaic as a lot of horror flicks, for sure, but it did have a lot of ideas borrowed from A Chrismas Carol, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, etc. But there was enough writing going on so that it wasn't too blatant. Not a terrible movie, just a terrible genre.
If you want to see a Christmas horror flick, rent Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale. I know right now that you won't, certainly not on purpose anyway, because it's in Finnish with subtitles. But, if you were to rent it, you'd see a really weird-ass horror flick, based on a bizarre premise that is really different and toungue-in-cheek hilarious to boot. I'm just sayin' . . . And, in fact I believe that the watching of Rare Exports is going to become a mandatory Christmas tradition at my house, much as the all-the-way-through listening to of "Alice's Restaurant" has become an indispensable Thanksgiving tradition. Try it, you'll like it.