I’m well aware that M&M’s are not an exciting candy to read about. Actually, that’s just my opinion being turned around as a fact that I am accepting, but I’m fine with that.
Despite almost all of them being at least good, sometimes great, M&M’s are one of those “oh, okay, I guess” candies. Unless the M&M’s are plain or involve white chocolate, in which case it’s “No.” Not even, “No, thank you.” Just, “No.”
Based on my peripheral vision, M&M’s seems to come out with fourteen new varieties for each holiday. I’m sure some of those are just holiday-themed packaging for the regular flavors, but I have never actually checked.
My wife brought home a bag of the Mint Chocolate M&M’s, which didn’t seem like an impressive decision, but she also got Rolos so that made up for it.
I decided to give the M&M’s a try because, well, it’s candy and it’s in arm’s reach. And to my surprise, they are awesome.
I know these aren’t new, so many people already know this. But for those who haven’t tried them, or for those who already like them but need confirmation that their opinion is correct, there you go.
Their size and taste immediately reminded me of one of the best parts of going to a restaurant – those teal, pink, and other brightly colored mint chocolates you get by the door. They’re usually in packs or two or three. They are amazing, and their only downside is that they make you unhappy about the size of your pockets, once you have filled them with chocolate on your way out.
I don’t know if they are just the most popular, or actually have a copyright on “Easter-colored but not actually Easter candy” mint chocolates, but it seems that these chocolates are made by a company named Richardson.
When Googling to find out what these actually were, I got a mix of “Richardson After Dinner Chocolate Mints” and “Richardson Gourmet Chocolate Mints”. They’re all the same thing, but I guess with one you aren’t limited to when you have to eat them.
I didn’t actually see where you could buy the ones they have in restaurants, the individually-wrapped ones. I only found five pound bags. Which are good to keep around, for when you want five pounds of candy, but it does limit your ability to carry them around. Just having loose chocolate in your pocket, or even in a Ziploc bag, makes you look like a pervert.
You might be saying all this Richardson talk is beside the point. And you would be wrong. The Mint Chocolate M&M’s are awesome because they are nearly identical to the Richardson chocolates.
To speak more specifically about the M&M’s – they’re a little fatter than a plain, but don’t have that oblong peanut shape. Also, the packaging has the green M&M – the “sexy” one. Which is always a bit unsettling.
Although most of the M&M world is really disturbing. When the orange M&M is hanging out with the pretzel, how does that become a Pretzel M&M? Does the pretzel impregnate what is clearly a male M&M?
Or when the red M&M sees the brown M&M at a party, and proceeds to rip his skin off?
So given the deviance of the M&M’s world, the green one standing next to a pole with two snowballs right near the bottom of it, that has to be something else going on. Especially because that snowman looks a little too happy.
Also, if you notice that they used M&M’s for the snowman’s eyes and buttons, you’ll realize that is a really small snowman. Where did they get a carrot that size? These are important questions.
Creepy, chocolate-sex theming is somehow not the most wrong thing about the packaging. The M&M’s pictured on the package have a green “M” stamped on the candies, while you can clearly see that they are actually stamped with a silver “M”!
Even with this flagrant false advertising, I was still able to enjoy them. Hopefully, you will be able to as well, because they are awesome.
Go away, Peeps. Stop barging in on Halloween, Christmas, and whatever other holiday you can dye and morph your disgusting marshmallowiness to fit. You already try to ruin Easter, showing up in my basket uninvited. I don’t want this crap wasting space in my stocking.
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark
When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached him very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer
But then I was illin because the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared
So I turned my head a second and the man had gone
But he left his driver's wallet smack dead on the lawn
I picked the wallet up then I took a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right
So I was going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
Was a letter from Santa and the dough was for me
This update serves two purposes. The first is to reiterate the fact that Christmas in Hollis is the greatest Christmas song ever. Second, it is to warn everyone that sending cash through the mailis never a good idea. Come on, Run, you should know better. But your heart was in the right place,
You know how when you experience something that wasn’t good, you oftentimes declare it the worst? This happens a lot, oftentimes in a poor impersonation of Comic Book Guy, referencing a no longer funny Simpsons joke, the “worst (insert subject here) ever”. Fully aware of this tendency for people to easily call something the worst, I am establishing my line in the sand: The Star Wars Holiday Special is one of the worst things I have ever seen, and is likely one of the worst things that has ever existed.
I say “one of the worst” because while it is likely that it is actually the worst, I will leave room for future contenders. However, it is by far (and by “by far” I mean the amount of distance necessary to find a belt to hang myself with in order to no longer have to watch it) one of the worst things my eyes, ears, and occasionally mind have had to endure.
I had such high expectations going into seeing this. Normally when I hear something described as “awful”, “a train wreck”, or, ideally, “cringe-inducing”, I am the first one there to enjoy it. It took about two minutes of watching this for it to sink in that I would not be enjoying it.
Seemingly, the biggest plus for this special is that it got most of the stars to participate. As we will soon see, this doesn’t make this special better for the reasons you would think.
It starts off by showing the Millennium Falcon escaping Imperial Troops. Han Solo is trying to take Chewbacca home for his celebration of “Life Day”. I feel bad for Harrison Ford, seeing him in this. At least he got a pay check.
The introductory narrative begins listing the cast, then after listing the usual suspects such as Mark Hammel, Ford, Carrie Fisher, etc, it takes a sharp turn. The narrator then goes on to introduce Chewbacca’s wife, BEA ARTHUR, Jefferson Starship, among other super stars.
For the next ten minutes, we are treated to Chewbacca’s family screaming at each other in Wookie. That is correct; there is no English dialogue or plot for ten minutes. At the START of a program.
What we see next is one of the absolute highlights of the special. Drag Queen Luke Skywalker. Apparently, Mark Hammil had gotten into a car accident shortly before filming began. To work around his facial injuries, they had him wear about three pounds of makeup and a wig. And, as you can see, it is hardly noticeable.
Some stuff happens.
Then Chewbacca’s mom watches a cooking show featuring Harvey Korman as a cross dressing, four armed chef. Which, of course, they show in nearly its entirety. Then there is a Diane Carroll music video. Of course. Imperial troops then raid Chewbacca’s house, and proceed to watch a Jefferson Starship video.
I’m ready to stop, how about you?
Actually, what follows next is probably the only legitimately enjoyable part. It’s an animated short, which includes the first ever appearance of Boba Fett. That alone redeems the entire Holiday Special, but just barely.
Some more stuff happens. Bea Arthur is a space bartender. The bar sings and dances.
In case you were wondering, Chewbacca makes it home for Life Day. YAY!
The special ends with the whole cast on stage telling everyone “Happy Life Day”. Then, a TOTALLY COKED UP Carrie Fisher sings a song.
So there you have it.
I quite like the idea of Life Day being a major holiday. It paves the way for more unnecessary holidays based on positive generalities. I am declaring January 16th to be Cool Day. I hope everyone can make it home to be with their families so we can celebrate together.
As anyone who has been driving since, say, September knows, Christmas music is everywhere. Not that you have to be driving in order to hear Christmas music. You can pretty much go anywhere this time of year and hear Christmas music playing: mall, supermarket, temple, etc.
I actually enjoy a lot of Christmas music. It’s tough, because society does everything it can to make you hate it. Play it everywhere, so you get sick to death of the good songs. Make horrendous covers, so you grow to hate the versions you like. Or just make awful, awful “original” songs.
These “modern classics” run the gamut from awful to not-so-awful, with a few exceptions. Those exceptions aside, modern Christmas music is filled with so much crap that it drowns out the genuinely good Christmas music. And there is a lot, which you may have forgotten after having practiced drowning out Christmas music in general for so long.
Once you learn to tune out the truly dreadful songs, such as Santa Baby (a song about seducing Santa Claus), Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer (if you like this song, please exit life), and Do They Know It’s Christmas? (they should have implemented a donation system wherein the charity would receive money in order to have the song not played), you can start to remember the fact that there are a lot of damn good Christmas songs. Which, by the way, would make an awesome title for a holiday album.
Though it all boils down to personal preference, I have compiled a list to help guide you through the literally millions of Christmas songs out there. Where applicable, I mentioned the artists who perform my favorite versions. However, the songs themselves are the only thing I have cemented on this list. I can’t, except in a few instances, label who did the best version ever, simply because there are so many versions of most Christmas songs.
This also isn’t a list of “best modern Christmas songs” or “classic songs”; it’s a giant free for all. This will decide who comes out alive in the Christmas Octagon. And, finally, this isn’t really a “humor” article. It might be funny, but probably inadvertently. So if it is non-stop hilarity you seek, get out and never return. At least not until the next update.
Without further ado, I present:
The Coke-Babies Top 10 Christmas Songs of
ALL TIME.
A Charlie Brown Christmas – “Christmas Time Is Here”
This song, performed by the Vince Guaraldi Trio, has been a part of every person’s childhood, provided they were born after 1950. The entire soundtrack is fantastic, although the idea that a jazz album based on an animated special doesn’t seem like a recipe for success. Yet, it has managed to still be an extremely relevant Christmas album. What makes it such a great album is the variety, contrasts, and overall excellence in songwriting. The two tracks it is best known for, Linus and Lucy and Christmas Time Is Here, are almost polar opposites. Linus and Lucy is an extremely upbeat instrumental, a song that makes it difficult to avoid doing that stupid little head bop along to the music. I actually prefer this track; the reason I didn’t select it for the list is because it just doesn’t feel as Christmas-y as the other track. I love the sound of Christmas Time is Here because the music is such a downer. The vocals, with the droning, vaguely off-key bleating of children is far from perfect. However, they contrast with the low key jazz number that is backing them up, creating a blend of music that is unique to this soundtrack.
Harvey Danger – “Sometimes You Have to Work on Christmas (Sometimes)”
Many Christmas songs, even the good ones, fall short because they just feel so generic. It’s always the same “We’re oh so happy because it’s Christmastime” vibe. On the other end of the spectrum, many of the more modern songs go with the “I Hate Christmas” theme, in an effort to differentiate themselves. While there certainly are good songs from both these themes, they tend to fall flat because it doesn’t feel genuine. Not that I’m getting caught up in the artistic integrity, after all these are Christmas songs, for God’s sake (no pun intended).
Sometimes You Have to Work on Christmas (Sometimes) succeeds because it isn’t an utterly depressing tale of someone with nothing to live for on Christmas. It is a semi-depressing tale told in the first person of someone who, as the title suggests, is working in a movie theatre on Christmas. It’s the fact that the story being told isn’t completely sad that makes the song relatable; it’s just someone being put in an unfortunate situation on Christmas. Since feeling like you’re missing out on something during the Christmas season isn’t an altogether rare occurrence, this song hits home in a way that others can’t.
“Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy”
On the complete other end of the lyrical spectrum (none) is “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy”, part of the Nutcracker Suite. While the entire Nutcracker Suite is quite good, I’ll be damned if I’m willing to sit through it very often. The standout for me, as well as many others, is the aforementioned “Dance…” This is the first of the truly classic Christmas songs on the list, and with good reason. This is one of the many great songs that, simply due to its ubiquity, gets lumped into the mediocrity of many other “classic” songs. As far as specific performances go, you can’t really go wrong. My favorite version is performed by the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, which is a fairly standard version, though very slightly more upbeat. From there, you can get this song in all types of flavors. The Bolshoi Symphony Orchestra’s version has a much more deliberate pacing, sacrificing performance speed for accuracy and skill. On the other hand, you have The Vandals, who trade skill for fun. You can’t go wrong with it; the piece is so well written that nearly any version of it can be enjoyed by nearly anyone listening to it. It even managed to please the notoriously picky Beavis and Butt-head.
Bright Eyes – “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”
This is the one instance where I am listing a classic song by a specific artist. This is because of the fact that I never thought God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen was that great of a song. However, after hearing the song gutted, sped up, and basically re-imagined by an artist who I have never particularly cared for, it became one of my all time favorites. On a related note, the Bright Eyes Christmas Album is utterly fantastic. Like I said, I really do not care for Bright Eyes, or his mumbling, pseudo-folk nonsense. The Christmas Album, on the other hand, is a very imaginative collection of songs. This album also contains two other songs on my top 10 (although this song is the only one I consider to be exclusive to Bright Eyes, the other two are great songs in their own right).
Paul McCartney –”Wonderful Christmastime”
Yes, I’m aware that this is actually one of the most hated Christmas songs ever. I tend to enjoy Christmas songs with a more depressing feel, even when the message isn’t a depressing one. I just like the contrast of the happiest time of year, being described in a song that sounds exactly the opposite. Wonderful Christmastime by Paul McCartney does not fall into that category. This song is here simply because of how stupidly happy it is. From the goofy keyboard lines to the simplistic verses and chorus, everything about the song is upbeat. And if you’re going to go for a happy Christmas song, then go all out. This isn’t too surprising, coming from the ever-optimist of a Beatle. As an ulterior motive, I like listing this as one of the best Christmas songs ever simply due to how many people absolutely HATE this song.
“The Little Drummer Boy”
I can’t really explain why I like this song so much. The lyrics are nothing special, nothing stands out too much about the music, and I don’t think the “pa rum pump um pums” are enough to put it over the top. And yet there it is: number five. This is one of the songs where there are a lot of different artists who turn in renditions that I really like. First is the Vienna Boys Choir, who have recorded so many good renditions of Christmas songs that I am able to overcome the creepy overtones that comes with listening to them. The other two versions are by Low and Bright Eyes. The Low version is a very plodding, distorted, and sparse version. It has a very hauntingly reverent sound, which is fitting for many traditional songs, yet often lacking. The Bright Eyes version features heavily distorted vocals, and a military-sounding drum sample repeating throughout.
The Chipmunks – “The Chipmunks Song (Christmas Don’t Be Late)”
This, like the Peanuts songs, gains its strength from the fact that I’ve been listening to it since I was a kid. The reason this song is higher up than Christmas Time Is Here is because I could listen to the Chipmunks Song all day long. I usually kept listening because I always figured that eventually David Seville would snap and start beating Alvin with a belt.
Since hearing it, I always wondered what the big freaking deal about getting a hula hoop was, since I never cared for them in the slightest. With the father figure screaming at Alvin the whole time, as well as lines like, “We’ve been good, but we can’t last / Hurry Christmas, hurry fast,” the song also has a strong Calvin and Hobbes ancestor feel. It’s a testament to the song, that a “novelty” song can be rightly considered a classic.
“Carol of the Bells”
There really isn’t much to say about this song. No matter who is performing it, it will be good. It comes in two flavors: vocal and instrumental. The instrumental is more commonly heard; I also prefer it. The version with vocals is really good as well, since I rather like their hurried pace. I like the instrumental version better simply because the song is so good. The vocals, while enjoyable, distract from the music itself. Again, while there are certainly better versions than others, it doesn’t really matter who is performing it, it will be good no matter what. This is also a song that everyone knows, but not everyone knows the name of, so here is a crappy midi file that does the song no justice, in case you’re not sure.
“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”
By now, we have established that somber and / or sad Christmas songs are excellent. The best part about Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas is that it technically isn’t sad. The lyrics are very uplifting and optimistic. Yet the entire song is always blanketed in a strong feeling of melancholy. Unless it is an exceptionally goofy performance of the song (in which case, the performer should be shot), no artist is able to make it feel like a happy song. The song’s music and mood just have a strong “sad” feeling to it. Although it could certainly have a more depressing atmosphere. Sample lyric from the original draft of the song: “Have yourself a merry little Christmas, it may be your last.” Ho ho ho!
The sparse piano tinkling, the muddy pacing of the music, the often lack of any emotion in the vocals; it has it all. The blending of emotions from the happy theme being displayed in such a somber, almost morose tone makes for a very unique listen. Without a doubt, it is my favorite of the “classic” Christmas songs.
Run DMC – “Christmas in Hollis”
Christmas in Hollis is the greatest Christmas song ever written. It’s not because of its wonderful lyrics about the holiday spirit, it’s not because of its beautiful musical composition, and it’s not because it is the number one favorite of Christmas carolers worldwide (though it should be). It is the best Christmas song ever written because it is so awesome. From the moment the beat kicks in after the opening sleigh bells, you can tell this song is going to be fantastic.
Run starts off by rapping about being in the park on Christmas Eve, seeing Santa, and finding his wallet. Santa’s wallet apparently contained a million dollars in hundred and, uh, thousand dollar bills, and a license that said “Santa Claus”. Run, however, would never steal from Santa (cause that ain’t right), so he went to mail it back to him that night. Although I would never recommend mailing cash. But when Run got home, he found a note from Santa, saying the million dollars was a Christmas present to him. Damn.
DMC then extrapolates on his family’s Christmas menu, including macaroni and cheese (which is served on a spinning table), as well as his household decorations. The video for this song is fantastic, featuring some of the stupidest and cheapest looking sets found in any music video, ever. The video allows for the band to actually have fun in a Christmas song, and it actually appears like they are. The video also involves one of Santa’s elves spying on Run DMC, then stealing Run’s black hat and chains. In exchange, Run gets an elf hat.
The finale of the video has Run, DMC, and Jam Master Jay coming back to find their presents from Santa: two mics and a turntable. Awesome. They rap some more about Christmas, and begin throwing streamers around. And while describing this video, Butt-head put it best: “Christmas would be cool if it was like this.”
If you have been inside a supermarket within the past few weeks, you may have noticed the same startling discovery that I have. There are no more Christmas cereals. This is strange, for a variety of reasons.
First, cereals usually keep up with holidays. Well, Halloween at least. But Halloween and Christmas are the two biggest holidays when it comes to making all sorts of themed crap. Candy, cereal, Ziploc bags, as well as approximately 11,000 other things get a packaging makeover during these two holiday seasons. The third biggest season, Easter, probably comes close to Halloween when it comes to sales, what with the candy and Paas egg dyes and all. However, society hasn’t found a way to completely secularize Easter, which is why it won’t be able to overtake Halloween for overall sales. I think that’s the top three, unless I’m forgetting one.
During the Halloween season, there were many cereals that were redesigned, be it in recipe, packaging, or both. Cocoa Krispies, Lucky Charms, and of course the monster cereals become a ubiquitous force during Halloween.
And yet here it is, Christmas season, and there are no Christmas cereals to be found. There aren’t even “holiday” cereals. There are Winter Lucky Charms, but that’s nonsense. That’s two degrees of separation from Christmas, which is too far to be considered.
Christmas Crunch, the re-colored Crunch Berry cereal, is gone. I don’t know if it was around last year, either. I don’t think I ever actually bought it. I know that I can’t personally be blamed for its disappearance, since there are thousands of people who will buy things like that, so Quaker Oats wasn’t missing my $3.79. I bought a few Snapples, it evened out. And Christmas Crunch was hardcore. It wasn’t “Holiday” Crunch, just no holds barred “Christmas.”
I would include a picture of Christmas Crunch, but I haven’t found one by the third page of Google images, so I gave up.
I also know that Super Golden Crisp used to get redesigned for Christmas. Sugar Bear used to have a Santa hat on. It also came with an ornament of Santa Sugar Bear, which is hanging on my tree right now.
That part of the tree is so awesome. I don’t know what’s up with the “Mommy’s Big Boy” ornament, though. That’s kind of disturbing.
And, the most conspicuous of the missing cereals, is Fruity Pebbles. They had the Christmas commercial. “Season’s greetings in our souls, yummy Fruity Pebbles in our bowls. Ho ho ho, I’m h-h-hungry…” That one. I haven’t seen that one for a while, either.
I do realize, in retrospect, that that commercial had some screwy morals. Barney dresses up like Santa in order to steal Fred’s Fruity Pebbles, Barney gets caught, Fred gets pressured by Santa into giving Barney some Fruity Pebbles, and they all partake in some Christmas cheer. So, basically, this teaches Barney that it is alright to attempt thievery of your supposed best friend; even Santa is fine with this. What will happen next time Barney attempts this? Barney will sneak into Fred’s house to steal some Fruity Pebbles, Fred will mistake Barney for a malicious intruder, and shoot him dead. All of this will happen because of Santa’s reinforcing of poor misguided Barney.
And what was the deal with Fred and his Fruity Pebbles? Did he manufacture them himself? If that was the case, I could understand Barney’s need to steal them; that’s the only way to get them. Although Fruity Pebbles are not something I would exert much effort to obtain, but whatever he’s into, I guess. I am assuming that Fred bought the Pebbles though, since a box of them and a box of Cocoa Pebbles always appeared on the table at the end of the commercial. So unless Fred has the ability to manufacture both a processed cereal and packaging, I have to assume he bought the cereal at the Bedrock market.
If Fred did buy the cereal, why couldn’t Barney do the same? Was he poor? He had a baby, he could get WIC checks and get cereal that way, although he would only be able to get Cheerios and Life and such. Oh well, looks like it will continue to be a life of crime for him.
As I was originally saying, I think, it is surprising to go from the once glorious cereal-Christmas relationship to the shameful, long distance relationship they now have. And speaking of shameful…
Evidently, Willy Wonka has jumped on the holiday bandwagon, and is whoring out his noble Gobstopper for a few pieces of Christmas silver. This wasn’t my initial reaction, mind you; this is how I feel after sampling the product in question. And what product is that? Why, Gobstopper candy canes.
It seems like such a perfect combination: Gobstoppers, one of the greatest hard candies ever, and candy canes, which are not one of the greatest hard candies ever. But they look cool.
Somehow, these manage to get everything wrong. Fruit candy canes just don’t seem to work. It also is missing everything that makes a Gobstopper so good: the rough, grainy texture of the first layer, and the awesome core. The candy cane has none of this.
The coloring is also odd. I know red and green are the official Christmas colors and white is in a candy cane as well, but the way the candy canes are arranged look dumb. Instead of being striped, they are solid colors. This leads to them simply looking unappealing. And, when placed next to each other, they look like the Mexican flag. Or the Italian one. It depends which order they are in.
Bottom line: big thumbs down to Gobstopper candy canes. Shame on you, Wonka.
And, in keeping with the tradition that every time the concept of Christmas is mentioned, other holidays must be mentioned as well, here is a short feature on Hanukkah. Unfortunately, I decided to do this after Hanukkah was actually over, so the selection of merchandise was somewhat limited.
Luckily, I was able to snag this sweet bag of Manischewitz Chocolate Coins. I think, except for Matzo crackers (which are delicious,) this is the first Manischewitz product I have ever purchased not for novelty purposes.
I assume that the chocolate coin thing is some sort of traditional symbol or something, although I honestly don’t know; although if it was, I would expect more of a Jewish theme to the coins. Instead, they are replicas of US quarters and half dollars. This provided me with an opportunity to make a tasteless visual joke, with Kennedy’s chocolate brains coming out of the back of his head, but the lighting just wasn’t right.
The coins come in a cool little bag, the kind oranges usually come in. The wrappers don’t skimp on the shine, either. The chocolate is just plain milk chocolate; not great, but not bad at all. Overall, chocolate coins get a big thumbs up.
Here is my impersonation of the principal from “Welcome Freshman” when he finds the quarter in the pay phone at the beginning of the show. However, instead of biting into metal, I am biting into foil and chocolate. So I sort of win.
If this had come out a couple of weeks ago, I could have started this by saying, “A new article, it’s a Christmas miracle!” Instead, I just sort of reappear awkwardly. Ah well, why break tradition, I suppose. Well, the holidays are over, to the delight of many a parent, shopper, employee, or pretty much anyone. Maybe if the Christmas decorations in my mall didn’t go up mid-October, the season wouldn’t seem to last so damned long. Instead, we get to experience a nearly three month test of monetary endurance and emotional integrity. The holiday season claims many a victim.
I feel somewhat sorry for Jewish people during this season. They have to put up with the Christmas madness, and they don’t see any shred of a reward from it; aside from suing businesses that say “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays,” but that’s beside the point. Actually wait, it wasn’t, it was quite related to the point. There just wasn’t much of a reason to say that, except the hope of rumor spreading that I run a hate site, thereby increasing the traffic here. Jeez, that probably isn’t the best method to go about bringing in visitors.
Anyway, the holiday season has come to an end, so I figured this would be the best time for you to read an article… about Christmas! Yay!
I’m not writing about Christmas exactly, rather a movie inspired by the Christmas season, which really seems to be quite an untapped market. You know, businesses really should start making some Christmas related products and events; I really think they’re missing out on a potential gold mine.
This movie will make you feel infinitely better about your life, and your holidays; if only for the reason that you were not involved with the making of this movie. Unless you actually were involved, in which case I guess there would be a much different reaction. That reaction would most likely be immense pride in the fact that you contributed to a movie that completely obliterates the line between a movie that is just bad, and a movie that is so amazingly bad it rises to an entirely new level of cinematic greatness.
By now, I’m sure there really is no question as to what movie I am referring to… there can be no other. This movie is Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2.
Sequels surpassing the original movies are very rare. Many of them were mentioned in “Scream2” (which wasn’t one of the previously mentioned kinds of sequel.) “Terminator2” and “Aliens” both rise about their predecessors, as does “Godfather 2.” Actually, I don’t know if it does; I haven’t seen any of the “Godfather” series. I just say I have to avoid the typical movie fan, “What?! You haven’t seen it? Oh my God you have to see it, you don’t know what you’re missing!” reaction.
The original “Silent Night, Deadly Night” actually has quite a strong cult following. It was unrated, due to extreme quantities of violence and nudity. Much of the said violence was committed by a man dressed as Santa Claus, so there are some valid reasons for the movie’s audience. Part 2 (or SNDN2, as it will be referred to from now on) also has a strong cult following, mainly consisting of a group of friends and myself. Our love for the movie is based on completely different reasons, however, most of them revolving around how flat out awful every aspect of the movie truly is.
One of the hardest parts of making a sequel is trying to give background information from the first movie, in order to accommodate viewers who never saw the original. The director of SNDN2 was smart, and knew that there were likely to be many people who never saw the original, since it wasn’t very widely released. He therefore was kind enough to include solid background, in the form of flashbacks, but we’ll get to that soon.
The story starts off in… wait, hold on, it hasn’t started yet. The camera is still panning up someone’s body; the entire panning process takes approximately ten minutes. And who is revealed? Why it’s Ricky Caldwell, our story’s main character! Ok now the story seems to start, taking place in a mental institution, where Ricky sits smoking a cigarette, and mugging to the camera. In comes an orderly, in a nifty white jumpsuit, complete with male panty lines. The scene goes on without any dialogue which, as the movie will later show, is the best thing that can happen to the viewer.
The orderly isn’t given a name, but it seems like he should have one, so we’ll go with a completely random name. Samuel L. Jackson sounds good.
Ricky and Sam seem to have quite a chemistry together, as they continue to give each other knowing, almost flirtatious looks. Samuel is jumpy, and becomes startled when Ricky flicks his lighter. Although I suppose that’s quite an understandable feeling when you are alone in a room with a shaved ape that is locked in an asylum.
Samuel finishes setting up what appears to be a tape recorder, although its size is greater than most DJ’s turntable setups.
Soon a doctor comes in, who proceeds to treat Sam like dirt, and makes him leave. Dr. Bloom, he introduces himself as. He seems a lot calmer than Samuel was, and doesn’t take any crap from Ricky, even when he starts yelling and threatening the doctor. This yelling brings Sam back in, for fear that Doc Bloom is being hurt. Instead of being thankful for the concern, the doctor merely yells at Sam and tells him to get out. What a prick.
Before leaving, Sam warns Ricky with a finger wave, although instead of wagging his finger like a normal person, he just moves his arm side to side. Jeez, it really isn’t a good indication of a cast’s acting ability when they aren’t even able to do normal human functions correctly.
Doc goes back to questioning Ricky. From the first few questions, we learn that Ricky’s parents were murdered. The strange revelation is that they were murdered by Santa Claus.
This cues a “flashback” scene, which in this movie means recycled footage from the first movie. Ricky (who is quite the ugly baby) and his family are driving along a country road, on Christmas Eve. Ricky’s parents, who are apparently the stunt doubles of the parents from “Vacation,” pull over because a man dressed as Santa was flagging them down. The father asks Santa if he needs a ride, to which Santa replies by pulling out a gun and shooting the father dead. He then assaults and kills the mother, all of which Ricky’s older brother Billy sees.
The doctor calls Ricky’s bluff, asking how he could remember all this if he was just a baby. Ricky proceeds to get all pissed off, and continues to pronounce Doc as “dawk.” Doctor Bloom asks Ricky what life was like in the orphanage, which leads us into another flashback.
We discover that his parents’ murder was very damaging to Billy. He has grown into a very ugly young boy. He displays his lack of appreciation for Santa’s evil deeds by drawing, and hanging up, classroom pictures of Santa shot by arrows and a decapitated reindeer.
This leads to Billy being called to the principal’s office, or rather the office of Mother Superior. Mother Superior is basically the amalgamation of every bad stereotype of nuns, principals, and prison wardens. She is greatly angered by Billy’s drawing, but whether that is because of the content or how awful the quality of the drawing is, can’t be determined.
Mother Superior has an incredibly odd way of speaking, a very surprising manner for an elderly woman to use. She sounds like one of the Nazi scientists from “Schindler’s List,” pronouncing until as “unteel,” and speaking with an alarmingly strange combination of calmness and sternness.
Billy gets sent to his room, but is later released by a nicer, more sensible nun. On the way to going outside to play, Billy hears noises coming from one of the rooms on his floor. The noises turn out to be a couple having sex, apparently quite loudly.
There are so many things wrong with that, I don’t even know where to begin. First of all, who are these people? They look to be almost thirty, so why are they in an orphanage? I doubt they work there, since it seems to be run by a church. They’re too old to live there, and they’re not visiting. Hmmm. Also, what kind of sick, depraved person do you have to be to have sex in an orphanage, and at that volume? If you can’t control yourself until you leave, at least be a little quieter. Especially when the woman running the orphanage is an insane old hag who seems to display no emotions.
Billy, the perverted voyeur, decides to camp out in front of the room and stare through the keyhole. Apparently the couple was so loud that Mother Superior heard them going at it from across the building, so she comes to investigate. She throws Billy away from the door, busts in, and proceeds to beat them with a belt.
She later comes up to Billy to talk about what he saw. It is now that we learn Mother Superior’s two favorite terms, “naughty” and “punish,” which she uses over and over. After explaining to Billy why what the couple was doing was naughty, and why they needed to be punished, she then beats Billy with a belt for some reason.
We are now back with Ricky and Doc, who clearly is ashamed to be part of this movie. At first it seems his reactions to Ricky are due to the character’s role as a doctor, and that he knows to use a more logical line of thought. As the movie progresses, he seems to simply develop a great disgust for Eric Freeman the actor, and the fact that he has to appear in this movie, even as a distinguished doctor.
Ricky continues to spout of more nonsensical lines, while standing by a window with the fakest scenery outside I have ever seen.
About three minutes of new footage goes by, which means we are way overdue for some more flashbacks.
Ricky tells of one Christmas at the orphanage, when Santa came to visit. Mother Superior forces Billy to sit on Santa’s lap, but Billy struggles because he’s scared of him. When confronted by Santa, Billy cold cocks him and knocks him flat on his ass, which is really just one of the most amazing sites to behold. Billy then runs away, and is chased after by Mother Superior. The scene cuts off, showing a frightened (and ugly) Billy’s face, as Mother Superior enters the room. Given her tendency to overreact in the past, I can only imagine his punishment this time. Certainly something involving branding irons or cordless drills or something.
We are now at a transition between the tale of young and old Billy. Since there is a stoppage in recycled footage, we get to watch in awe of Eric Freeman’s (Ricky, in case you forgot) acting ability. He simply has no control over his emotional range. Any call for a slight raise in emotions means he simply blows his top and chews his lines and scenes up like a maniac. His eyebrows rise and fall like the chart of the heart beat of a man going into a cardiac arrest. His energetic approach to acting is made even more ridiculous by his size. In any given scene, he is simply a giant man yelling and bounding about, as his eyebrows display thousands of random emotions at once.
Now that that is taken care of, it’s back to the excitement. Billy has turned eighteen, and therefore is able to leave the orphanage. Billy now vaguely resembles a young Phil Anselmo from Pantera. He is set up with a job at the local toy store. Either the management of this store was given no background to Billy, or they are simply jackasses. They decide the best task to give him is to dress up like Santa Claus for their customers. Billy goes on to tell children that he doesn’t bring toys to naughty girls; rather he punishes them…severely. I’m a firm believer that negative reinforcement can be effective, but perhaps that’s not the best time to go for it.
After the customers leave, it’s time for the big Christmas party. God, this group of employees is a bunch of losers. Their party consists of standing around, while the managers get blitzed out of their minds. And for some reason, Billy is still wearing the Santa costume. Two of the employees break off from the group, and go into the back room. Billy decides to follow them, since apparently his perverted habits haven’t dissipated since the last time he was caught spying on people.
It seems the guy in the tight bootleg Lacoste shirt wasn’t quite the chick magnet he thought he was. In the back room, the girl resists his advances, but he proceeds anyway. This scene gives Billy a flashback (a flashback within a flashback… simply fantastic) to when his mother was being assaulted by Santa. This makes him snap, and Billy goes ahead and strangles the guy. The girl is less than thankful to Billy, so he decides to kill her as well.
Drunky the manager bumbles into the back to see what the commotion is all about, and winds up with a hammer to the skull for his troubles. The other stupid manager eventually winds up walking to the back herself, only to discover what happened. She tries to escape, and Billy chases her around the store. It’s strange to see a murderous chase amidst old boxes of Mousetrap and Kermit dolls. Her attempts to flee are all for naught, as Billy drops her with an arrow to the back. You know, the typical bow and arrows that carry the force to penetrate human flesh and bone, the ones you see in toy stores all the time.
Ricky insists it wasn’t Billy’s fault, rather it was Mother Superior’s fault for raising him so poorly. At this point, the doctor takes out a friggin’ pipe, to attempt to become the epitome of stereotypical father figures in film.
Ricky tells the tale of Billy’s murder spree, of course in flashback form. Billy only punished “naughty” people, for which he didn’t have to look very far. One of the first victims was the doppelganger of the bad guy from the first “Karate Kid” movie, which Billy proceeds to pummel all over his house and tosses out a window.
The next set of victims was rather interesting. The scene starts with two kids sledding at night. The kids are then bullied into giving up their sleds by two men who appear to be in their late thirties. Billy, come on. If two middle aged men’s lives consist of jumping kids so they can go sledding, leave them be. Their lives are as empty as can be already.
Of course, how Ricky knows that all of this happened is unknown. He knows every detail of Billy’s murders, despite being nowhere near any of them, and not being told about them.
We wind up back at the orphanage, where we see a Santa walking towards the children in the front yard. A police man speeds to the orphanage, fearing Billy has come back to harm someone. He then proceeds to shoot Santa dead, right in front of the kids. It turns out this Santa wasn’t Billy, rather the orphanage’s deaf janitor dressed up to surprise the kids. The cop searches the scene for Billy, and finds him. He also finds an axe buried in his chest.
Billy is let into the orphanage by an absolutely idiotic kid, despite being told specifically not to. If you just saw Santa shot by a policeman, it might be a wise idea to steer clear of the next one you see, especially if he appears ten minutes later. Despite this, the kid lets Billy in, and Billy attempts to murder Mother Superior. He fails in his attempt, since he gets shot by a detective who just showed up. This makes the second Santa that was shot in full view of the children. They are going to grow up so messed up in the head.
Unfortunately for the director, Billy’s death means he has run out of footage from the first movie to use, and must now actually start using his own ideas. This movie runs about 88 minutes, 40 of them being clips from the first movie. The fact that they got away with this is truly impressive.
Understandably, the orphanage was closed after all the murders. They were able to find a family for Ricky… the Rosenbergs. Ah ha, quite the witty idea. A child is scarred by Santa, so have him live with a Jewish family, no problems there.
His years growing up are shown to be pretty normal. However, one day on the street with his mother, he starts spazzing out when he sees two nuns walking in slow motion, “Reservoir Dogs” style towards him. He loses it, showing that he’s still messed up from his childhood.
After his father dies, Ricky seems to go into a downward spiral at age seventeen. While walking through a field, inexplicably carrying a stick like he was Tom Sawyer or something, he stumbles upon a couple having a picnic. Apparently inheriting his brother’s voyeuristic tendencies, he watches them. The male gets aggressive with the woman, then backs off to get a beer from his Jeep.
Ricky takes this opportunity to get in the man’s Jeep, and run him over. About a dozen times. When leaving the scene, Ricky is thanked by the woman, who apparently sees nothing wrong with what just happened.
My my, what an interesting growth spurt we had between ages seventeen and eighteen. Ricky seems to have grown about a foot, added fifty pounds of muscle, and had his facial structure completely changed.
He tells about when he was working at a restaurant, and ran into a loan shark outside, beating up a client. Ricky, of course, only sees one logical solution to this situation. He lifts the man up against a wall, and impales him with an umbrella.
These two murders come as a shock to the doctor, since neither of them were on Ricky’s record. They do indicate how at first, Ricky was like his brother and only punished people who he felt were naughty.
We soon discover that there used to be a love in Ricky’s life, a girlfriend named Jennifer. The doctor gives Ricky what appears to be an autographed publicity shot of her. It is signed “Ricky, all the best, Jennifer,” which seems like quite an odd way to sign a picture of yourself to your boyfriend. He’s not asking you for an autograph, sister, you put some damned heart into that message.
We enter another flashback, however this time, it’s not to the first movie, but actual new footage. He is sitting on a motorcycle, seemingly trying to live the life of Jesse Katsopolis. While loitering on his bike, he becomes involved in the world’s most avoidable accident. Instead of apologizing for her vehicular faux pas, Jennifer gets out of her car and basically laughs at him for getting knocked to the ground.
Now normally with Ricky, this would result in you having a foreign object impaled into you or something similar to that effect. However, since he can’t stop leering at her legs, he gets distracted and forgets to murder her. We are then treated to a montage of their relationship, which basically consists of riding on the motorcycle and having sex.
Next we see them on a date at the movies. This movie, sadly enough, is made up of clips from the first movie. In a way, that’s kind of funny and self aware, but at the same time, it’s just more recycled footage. Bleh. While Ricky stares slack jawed at the screen, two lowlifes in the back row won’t shut up. Eventually, they start teasing Ricky and Jennifer, which really is not a smart idea. Even if the man you’re teasing isn’t an insane murderer, you usually want to avoid picking fights with people literally three times your size.
Inspired by the onscreen violence, Ricky decides to go to the back of the theatre to beat up the guys that were bothering them. While he is off doing this, Jennifer’s old boyfriend Chip shows up. Chip represents everything that was truly excellent about the 80’s. Ridiculous hair, clothes, and a smirk that just says, “Punch me.” The two of them discuss their old relationship, and Chip unsuccessfully tries to get back together with her.
While this is going on, Ricky finds his way to the back of the theatre, where the two guys who were bothering them are sitting. Here’s another pair of winners, one of them with the best mustache I have ever seen. Ricky proceeds to either beat up or kill the two off screen, with comical sound effects and popcorn flying thrown in for good measure.
The next day, Ricky and Jennifer are walking down the street. Watching Ricky spout out romantic lines is uncomfortable, like staring at a car accident. I honestly feel ashamed for him at certain points.
The two of them run into Chip, who is working on his car. Chip, who seems to have gotten his hair re-bleached since yesterday, starts bothering them, and gloats to Ricky about their past relationship. Obviously, what needs to be done in this situation is to put jumper cables in Chip’s mouth, and proceed to pump electricity into him until his eye sockets explode. Fortunately, Ricky is wise enough to know this, and goes ahead and does just that.
For some reason, this surprises Jennifer. She starts yelling at him, and telling him how much she hates him for doing that. “That”, you’ll recall, being violently murdering her ex-boyfriend in cold blood right in front of her. Of course, this causes Ricky to snap, and strangle Jennifer with a car antenna. All of this taking place in broad daylight, in the middle of the suburbs.
A police officer comes after Ricky, with gun drawn (and hat off center.) He threatens to shoot Ricky if Ricky doesn’t come along quietly. Instead of complying, Ricky takes the cop’s gun and shoots him in the head.
What follows this scene will go down in motion picture history. The upcoming events are, without a doubt, the greatest sequences ever captured on film. These next scenes are so important, that the proud crew who were filming this made sure to capture themselves, in order to be part of it:
Ricky takes the gun he stole from the police officer, and goes off on an absolutely unnecessary killing spree. He walks around the suburbs, shooting people at random. The first kill is a man running out of the house with beer in hand, to see what all the noise is outside.
What happens next is simply the best thing ever recorded, and it pains me that the full extent of its amazingness can’t be understood until it is actually seen.
We see a man taking out his garbage, the garbage can blocking the viewer from seeing Ricky. Apparently the man can’t see him either, due to the director’s complete lack of understanding of angles and perspective. Ricky simply shouts out, with no shortness of glee, “Garbage day!!!” The surprised man looks up, and is shot. This leads to Ricky giggling and laughing like a madman. Well I guess he actually is a madman, so it makes sense that he is laughing like one. This murder is the epitome of randomness, and the idea of it seems to have been made up on the spot.
What makes this situation odd is that the garbage gets picked up early; so if you were taking your garbage out that would mean it was very early in the morning. If so, why were Ricky and Jennifer on a date at approximately 7 AM? And why was the first victim drinking beer this early? Wow, white trash deluxe.
Ricky continues to walk around the neighborhood, laughing all the way. He spies a car driving down the road towards him, and starts firing at the car. The car spins out, and hits a ramp that is inexplicably placed at the side of the road. Ricky goes back to wandering around the neighborhood, alternating between striking a tough face, and grinning like a child. He also keeps looking at his gun and laughing, which I suppose is supposed to show he’s crazy with its power or something, but really just looks retarded.
Eventually he is stopped by a roadblock of cops (why the cops are set up in road block formation, when they’re chasing a man on foot is beyond me.) Ricky tries to kill himself, in order to avoid jail, but he has no more bullets in his gun.
The murder flashback ends, and we are now back in the institution, where Ricky is finishing telling the story of the Garbage Day. What we now see is that he strangled the doctor (who now looks exactly like Woody Allen) with recording tape. The doctor is quite pale by this point, which would indicate that he’s been dead for at least a little bit. Yet for some reason, Ricky is still in the room, rambling on. I guess once you start talking about Garbage Day, it really is quite hard to stop yourself.
Ricky then walks out the room, and apparently murders every single guard in the place, since he is able to escape. He later kills a Salvation Army Santa, and steals the costume. Where is he going, dressed up like this? Why, Mother Superior’s house! Mother Superior now has some sort of unexplained facial scarring, and is also played by a different actress than the Mother Superior of the first movie. Strangely enough, the actress who played the second Mother Superior was murdered in real life. No word on whether Eric Freeman was ever brought in as a suspect.
Ricky breaks into the house, and chases Mother Superior around. He takes quite a long time catching her, considering she is wheelchair bound, and he is a giant monster. He eventually corners her, and proceeds to chop her head off with an axe. Another example of the director’s scientific genius is that Ricky takes a fully downward swing with the axe, yet the head is severed sideways.
Since the detectives knew he was going after Mother Superior, they finally wind up at her house, along with one of the nuns from the old orphanage. They discover Mother Superior sitting in her chair, perfectly still. The nun goes over her to see if she’s alright, only to knock the previously removed head off her shoulders. Apparently Mother Superior had zero blood flowing through her, since absolutely no blood is ever spilled from her, despite the great damage done.
Ricky then attempts to kill the nun, but is shot by the detective. In the last shot of the movie, we see a grinning Ricky Caldwell breathe his last breath.
I’m somewhat ashamed of my inability to explain in words just how amazing this movie really is. The only way to truly know is to find out for yourself. Luckily, it can be yours for only a few dollars on eBay. That truly is the best value for your dollar you will ever get in your life.
Unfortunately, Eric Freeman’s acting career never took off. He appeared on an episode of “Just the Ten of Us” as well as “The Hogan Family.” For some reason, his role in SNDN2 was not enough to guarantee him superstardom in Hollywood.
There is no justice in this world, when a crime like that goes unpunished.