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If this movie doesn’t make your skin crawl, it’s on too tight!
A sorority house is terrorized by a stranger who makes frightening phone calls and then murders the sorority sisters during Christmas break.
Wishing each and every one of you a much better Christmas than this lot got.
I love you all enough to not want you to be slaughtered by a homicidal maniac.
Unless you do not love, cherish and adore this film. Then you can get the dry cleaner plastic ready.
Anyways, merry Christmas!
“Agnes, it's me, Billy.”
I adore Christmas. For all the eyeroll-inducing cheese and the schmaltz that the season can bring, it truly is my favorite time of year. I love Christmas music (good Christmas music, that is, not the treacle piped in over the PA system at the mall). I love buying just the right present and wrapping it carefully. I love trimming the tree. I love all of the Yuletide food and drink (especially tamales which, if you’re from Texas, are mandatory). I love spending time with family and friends. I love the chill in the air. I love watching A Charlie Brown Christmas and White Christmas and Rudolph the…
Black Christmas (from A Christmas Story director, Bob Clark) is not only one of the greatest Christmas-themed horror films of all time, it is one of the most gorgeous and brilliant films I have ever seen.
Not only is it striking with fantastic, chilling transitions just melting into one scene to the next, the camera work is close to revolutionary giving us point-of-view shots from unbelievably creative and memorable angles.
Understandably Black Christmas is one of the most influential films when it comes to the slasher genre which blew up only a few years later, a proto-slasher giving us a new spin, transforming a typical whodunnit into a haunting and relentless visual experience with a glimpse into what would soon…
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It didn't used to be, but this is slowly rising to the top of my slasher heap. A few reasons why:
1. Love the cast. I'm an avowed John Saxon fan (Argento's *Tenebrae* just wouldn't be the same without his head-swiveling, money-grubbing book agent), and there's much to appreciate up and down the line--from Margot Kidder's drunken humor (her fellatio phone joke with the desk sergeant; her completely inappropriate description of turtles having sex at the zoo while Clare's father is in the middle of his grief) to Marian Waldman's bird-flipping, hard-drinking housemother vaudeville routine, almost everybody seems memorable and worth their screen time.
2. The camerawork. Not only the 1st-person…
Black Christmas was one of the first films in the slasher genre back in 1974, and together with Mario Bavas Bay of Blood, provided inspiration for the many genre films that came after. The film starred Margot 'Lois Lane' Kidder, and John Saxon who, due to his roles in this, A Nightmare on Elm St, and Tenebrae, deserves to be in the horror version of the Expendibles (if Bruce Campbell gets his way!).
Recently I've been getting quite bored of slasher films as I've probably seen too many now in the last year and most tend to be substandard, however this surprised me with how well it was made! Another aspect that makes this an extremely rare slasher movie is…
Part One of A Very Merry Christmas Challenge
Ah, Christmastime. The gentle snow-fall outside. A lively party is underway inside a big house, with the residents desperately trying to stay warm. The lights are glistening, reflecting, adding to an atmosphere that can only be described as mesmerizing. A couple of the party-goers are a little drunk, some are making last-minute plans, others have already left.
Oh, the phone's ringing. Ringing..Ringing.....Ringing.....Ringing.....Ringing... Ringing.......Ringing.......Ringing..............Ringing.......
One rule: Don't pick up the home phone while you're at a party. First off, you're being rude to your guests, and second, ain't nobody got time for psychopathic maniacs who are hiding in your attic. They can wait.
Now, where's the liquor I hid in that book that no one cares about.....
Far better than I thought it would be (though some of the acting needs a little work): I was expecting something that was B-movie camp & got something that was pretty well put together.
Also, I didn't realize the influence this film had on the slasher genre & that made me see it in a different light as well.
There are some images in horror movies that are just so unnervingly full of NOPE NOPE NOPE that they're hard to look at. That face in the wall of The Haunting. The uncanny-valley mask in Sleepaway Camp. This movie's got that eyeball in the door.
And it's got audio NOPE leading up to that, the most unnerving crank phone calls I could ever imagine. Nothing about them sounds anything other than pants-shitting. If I got a call like that I would unplug my phone, close all my blinds, and pour a very stiff drink.
So far as these things go it's not as dire as you might imagine, it's got some black comedy in the form of the cops' relentless…
Lean and mean. Very efficient, some things may seem a bit cliché now but considering when this was made, this is more a testament to the influence, and there's even one bit that could today look like a subversion of a famous horror trope.
This film gains a good bit of relevance when you consider how close this film's release date was to Roe v. Wade. That's to say that this film actually has a great deal to do with feminism. Don't think so? Give it another watch a pay attention to what roles the abortion and child related imagery play in contrast to the women they are associated with.
One of the more inventive slashers of the 70’s in that it utilises the festivities of the Christmas season to amplify the tension, and whilst elements frequented throughout show clear inspiration from the genre greats, there’s a real atmosphere here that I mostly enjoyed. Clark isn’t all that concerned with the blood and guts that come with murder and something you’d probably expect more of, instead he chooses to manipulate his film through the aforementioned atmosphere and work it in unison with its relatively straight-forwarded reveal of the killer at the end. But that doesn’t matter because Black Christmas has enough bleakness for its weaknesses to be ignored. The camera work is particularly impressive, with the film’s parting shot displaying all the eeriness of Clark’s film excellently.
"Little baby bunting/Daddy's went a-hunting/Gonna fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in."
FINALLY! Us Aussie's got a fucking 'Black Christmas' DVD/Blu-Ray release, I've been waiting 5 goddamn years for this!
I can still remember my first viewing of the film, I felt chills down my spine as the credits rolled. Half a dozen viewings later, I still get that feeling when the credits roll.
Despite my love of the film, I have to admit there is a few downsides and a ton of filler. There is just an obscene amount of the wacky, 'Porky's-esque comedy that Bob Clark would later become well know for, and most of it is meaningless and out of place. Mrs. Mac is…
A horror favorite of mine. I nearly piss myself with fear the last five minutes every time I watch it. PLEASE NEVER SEE THE HORRID REMAKE!
Nice and (surprisingly) understated, and sort of feels like an alternate-universe, Canadian version of Carpenter's Halloween (and yes, I know this came out first). Very good all the way through, with excellent turns by each and every performer (Margot Kidder deserves special praise), and featuring a singularly transcendent bit in the obscene phone calls--they're just so sick and so disturbing in the context of the rest of the film, like some sort of horrific sound performance art, that they seem to infect the rest of the movie with their madness, and there's a heart-stopping shot where the camera pans across several college girls' faces as the voice slobbers and screams and speaks in a feminine voice and spouts the most horrible obscenities--the girls' expressions both horrified and utterly rapt, the voice itself like the pure distillation of the spirit of misogyny. And, hey--that's Dave from 2001! And the guy who played Barry Convex in Videodrome!
I saw the remake long before I watched this so I assumed my view would be tainted and the original would be better. I always saw numerous positive reviews for this movie so I did have higher expectations. When I found myself not liking it I thought something was wrong with me but there was not. This movie was a chore to get through. It is beyond slow, with no real payoff. I continuously waited for the intensity to pick up but it falls flat at every turn and became annoying. This movie is overrated and I'm glad I saw the remake first.
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