"Filthy Billy... I know what you did... nasty Billy!"-- The Psycho
Many consider "Halloween" to be the pioneer of slasher films. Granted
Carpenter's classic has done loads for our beloved subgenre but the lesser known,
Canadian-made bitter pill
Black Christmas did it as well and it actually did it first. Sadly this
sharp edged gem never garnered the popularity that Halloween did and in
consequence never got the praise it much deserved. Well this X-Mas lets
give this one a present; some long overdue PRAISE!
Black Christmas was one hell of a bleak, sucker punched filled slay ride
and it gave me the genuine willies. Bathed in an omnipresent darkness
within an imposing claustrophobic setting, the film handled its now known
slasher formula like a freaking pro, tossing our way with full force
moments of pure shock, a baffling whodunit, hard hitting plot twists and
an expert use of the "killer is in the house" motif. The film's firm
execution in terms of its conventions, literally knocked my stockings out!
Now that's what horror is all about! Personally, the element that got
under my skin the deepest had to be the killers' phone ramblings. I mean
this dude was a hands down, to the core loon. He leaped into these bizarro monologues,
taking on different voices (a man, woman, child), going on about things
that only he understood while taking the random dramatic pause to slip in
a heart felt "I’m gonna kill
you" in there. What a CLASS ACT! The phone calls butcher boy (or
girl) made, established
him early on as one crazy mother to be reckoned with and since we never
really got to see the lad throughout (apart from his heart warming toying
with his victims' cadavers), that turned him into a constant thick cloud
of doom spread wide about this tale. You didn't see him but man did you
feel him!
Now sure watching this flick today,
its to be said that it was
guilty of being somewhat dated. I mean it helped set up the rules that
"Scream" more recently deconstructed and poked fun at. Having said
that, that peeve basically now applies to all old school slashers, so I
easily discarded the charge. I guess the only negative venom I have to
spit out is: where was the nudity? When a slasher film takes place in a
sorority house of all places, I expect some female candy to suckle on. The
gals were way too prudish here! Where were my lesbian scenes??? But in all
seriousness, Black Christmas was a competently written, beyond chilling
offering that sported a stellar cast (John Saxon baby!), potent doses of
terror and a powerhouse ending as back up. I wish Christmas was a hoot
like this every year! (ARROW SINGS) Deck the victims with sheets
of plastic, ta da da da da-ta da-ta-da!