Part of Buddy the Elf, What's Your Favorite Color?

“I make the illogical logical.”

Never expose it to bright light, especially sunlight, which will kill it.

Christmas is nostalgia. Most everything about the season, from the movies to the carols to the decorations to the gifts, is about manufacturing memories. Some of those memories may have arisen from a crass or materialistic or cynical place, but once fogged up with the warm glow of the past, they become halcyon and sentimental. Ask what one envisions when they think of Christmas, and the answer is unlikely to be a pure, unfiltered moment from actual days past—it is probably a take informed by A Charlie Brown Christmas or Norman Rockwell or Courier…

Every time that I watch Gremlins I am deeply conflicted because I am always rooting for the gremlins even though I know the inevitable outcome.

They are so cute and hilarious and far more interesting and loveable than any of the human characters. I do like Gizmo because he is even more adorable and funny but I would rather that he just joined the side of the gremlins and stopped acting like such a pussy although it is pretty awesome when he hijacks a pink Barbie Corvette during the climax, my 2nd favorite part.

My favorite part is when all of the gremlins are having the time of their short little lives watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarves not…

It's hard to put into words how astonishingly perfect Joe Dante's Gremlins is. There is simply no horror-comedy that has even come close, except maybe Gremlins 2: The New Batch or The Howling; also directed by Joe Dante. He just understands how to craft a film, plain and simple. He understands that you need to show and not tell, he understands that unnecessary exposition is UNNECESSARY, and he understands that it doesn't hurt to scare the child audience. Truly, this is mean't for kids who want and can take a good scare, because some moments still freak me out.

Man, this review is messy. I mean, It's just so hard to talk about this utter masterpiece without going into endless…

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It's not Christmas in my house until Mrs. Deagle learns to fly (the hard way) and household appliances become deadly weapons!

Director Joe Dante created the perfect holiday film by highlighting everything we love about Christmas and then he desercrates it royally! If Nathaniel Currier and James Merritt Ives of Courier and Ives fame could see what Dante did to this picturesque small town all decked out with Christmas decorations and spirit they'd spin in their graves!

PG rated films like this and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom pushed the boundaries past their limits! (The infamous microwave scene) The increased violence, the darker tones accompanied…

Not having seen this since it was in theaters, I had forgotten how brutal this was. I mean, when mom has to defend herself, she really puts the appliances to use. Also I forgot that this film supports Hollywood golden rule #38 - that Corey Feldman will be the cause of a near apocalypse by simply being there. Or maybe its a parable about American carelessness and greed.

Because it's an American Randall, who throws his money around Chinatown to buy his son Billy a cute doll-like animal from a small shopkeeper. He's given some rules. The rules get broken. Dolls turn into devils. The gremlins are mostly nuisances- property destroyers- but I think they may have killed Mrs. Deagle.…

"The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney…