IS THIS THE FACE OF CHRISTMAS CHEER? Regardless, this moment is courtesy of CHANDLER SWAIN REVIEWS’ favorite Christmas film , 1968’s “The Lion in Winter” which appears to be the most realistic depiction of a “well balanced” family holiday get-together available on film. Enjoy.


unfaithfully yours

REMAKES ARE JUST REGIFTING: In Hollywood, unenthusiastic popular responses to the ceaseless redressing of the same material is simply an unsophisticated audience base not appreciating the effort it takes to jam an entire film through a photocopying machine. Evidently, the public has failed to appreciate Tinseltown’s year-long delivery of lumps of coal in the stocking. Can anything be done to stem the tide of movies which would have to be elevated by hot air balloons to rise to the heights of mediocrity?

Dear Cinema Santa: 2022 Edition

‘Tis the time of year when Hollywood winds down into its shameless baiting for award season recognition with the latest slate of feel-good holiday slasher films, scatalogical comedies and finger-wagging agenda dramas aimed at deflating the audience and increasing Yultide suicide rates. In our usual spirit of wishful thinking and perhaps explaining just what the hell Hollywood is thinking (If thinking they be.), we present this year’s request list to Cinema Santa:

Animated Gif Christmas (384)We are actually excited about the reinstatement of Bob Iger as Walt Disney Company CEO after the unimpressive long-weekend term of his successor Bob Chapek. This suggests a promising strategy of restructuring the company in which each previous head of the company will be reinstated in reverse order until the power of ultimate control is reinstated back to dear old Uncle Walt. The fact that he’s deceased is immaterial as the studio might simply follow a practical credo “Better Dead Than in the Red”. 

xmas024The permanent dissolution of that most offensive of pseudo-critical folderol, Rotten Tomatoes. Since 1998, this arena of vapid expression masquerading as evaluative insight has become the greatest deflator of the intellectual stature of the Critical Establishment since the ascension of Roger Ebert and his tell-tale chubby digit. 

christmas71The return of sensibly meritorious movie credits. During a screening one might, presumably, find interest or value in the identification of the major players responsible for the making of the film, but is it really necessary to identify the Third Assistant Secretary to the Transportation Captain’s Receptionist. Many of the persons given equal billing were no closer to the film’s shooting than the golf balls left by Alan Shepard on the lunar surface, yet a seventy minute film will proudly announce every combination of microscopic participants in that film’s conception that could possibly occupy an additional nine minute credit crawl. 

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A sensible rethinking of release strategies for films. With the emergence of newer production sources such as Netflix, Apple and Amazon, it has become increasingly frustrating to separate between streaming, theatrical release and home video release dates. The marketing of cinema offerings has been so mired in ancillary hopscotching that the few films which rise above being engineered to barely have any perceptible interested demographic become doubly frustrating when they are promoted for months but never appear in any locatable theater (“Blonde”) or are insanely released in limited time frames merely to qualify for award consideration (“Glass Onion”), but leaving audiences in the cold.

xmas024The return of hand drawn animation. Since the substitution of computer imagery over manually drawn cels, every character-  animal, human and perhaps even mineral and vegetable  -is virtually identical with an unnatural textural appearance of glossy Play-Doh. (The equally generic casting of “A-List” actors with their nondescript voices providing the aural embellishments don’t help appreciably.) If Gumby and Pokey were equally Plasticine, at least they had identifiable personalities.

christmas48The return of the repertory movie houses. The death of second-run and art houses due, in part, to the impractically expensive conversion of theaters to digital projection fairly erased a bulk of the non-multiplex theaters in the country, taking along with them the treasured rep houses where vintage films were given endless opportunities to build new audiences and enthusiasms. Streaming and quick video releasing extinguished vast revenues available from patrons resistant to being force-fed a desired film within the narrow (often a single weekend) scheduling of a film to only satisfy nearsighted studio’s interests in opening weekend tallies. 

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A moratorium on Christian movies. Somewhere in the oft-quoted but seldom read United States Constitution (actually the First Amendment to relieve the panic to those who feel the very idea of a deep session of excavation in a formative government document might detract from their time put aside to enjoy tonight’s broadcast of “Moonshiners”), it is made clear that the Goverment can neither establish nor interfere with religious practices. With this in mind, we propose a similar separation of Church and Cinema. True, throughout the decades, religious epics were a vast drawing card, but in reality they were largely gaudy pageants of   homogenized orgies, bloodthirsty battle scenes and chariot races, all in the pretense of delivering a well-buried lesson in redemption and spirituality. However, the new crop of Christian Film, usually independently produced are of a saccharine caliber making Hallmark Christmas films look degenerate by comparison. And seriously, how many films can one be expected to see in any year where a child is afflicted with a sinus infection and becomes cured because the parents are convinced of having experienced a spiritual epiphany upon seeing a vision of the Virgin Mary in their corn flakes?movie



Dare we maintain an air of gleeful self-assurance while the rest of the world is engaged in sold out festival of mopey whininess? You bet. May Santa bring you all a stocking full of expired gift cards and a Blu-ray box set labeled ‘The Art of Pauly Shore’.

                 Cinema Santa: 2020 Edition

    To crown this year of joviality and conviviality (we only eliminated four enemies all year, so we have a sizeable stockpile of quick drying cement if anyone’s interested) we  present our annual report of bitter dissatisfaction with the film world and what we would like to see as remedies before we really lose our cool and  are forced to resort to looking at troglodytic cave paintings as a remedy to our ennui. Santa pay attention!


Animated Gif Christmas (384)A return of newspaper movie listings. It was always a treat to study the pages dedicated to cinema beginning well back to the days of hilariously lurid exploitation films at drive-ins and enjoying the clever, often artful marketing art that would announce even the most obscure or undemanding of film works. Getting the weekly generic e-mail from Fandango announcing the interchangeable robotic works that call themselves modern American cinema is hardly a substitution in enjoying what used to be a constant visual adventure (more often than not better than the films themselves) experienced  (regardless of taste or age appropriateness) while perusing the arts and entertainment pages of the papers.

christmas71An end to home video compilations containing the same films that have been shamelessly reworked more times than a hooker on a Shriner’s convention weekend. One compilation of Elizabeth Taylor films is certainly enough to satisfy even the most masochistic film fanatic, but dozens are simply an offense against the natural order of things (and possibly the actual cause of global climate change). Does anyone really need to order their fourth combination of “The Sandpiper” and “Butterfield 8” simply to snare a copy of “Hammersmith is Out”?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)Finally an admission that the Academy Awards serve no genuine purpose since only about six films will meet the exhibition requirements for nomination this year. Given that most of this year’s releases have premiered and have been viewed on a screen the size of Dick Tracy’s wrist radio rather than on the wine box- sized screens of the modern multiplex, it seems more apropos that this year’s offerings be rightly consigned to a truly deservedly hellish destination: the Emmy Awards. 

christmas71How about Disney digging deep and showing some class by stopping the pretense that they invented “Star Wars”, Marvel Comics and the Muppets?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A change of name at Turner Classic Movies. Since their admission of 1970’s to virtually current offerings to their usual celebratory screenings of Bowery Boys comedies and other less than convincing examples that would explain the invention of the phrase “Golden Age of Hollywood”, wouldn’t a change from TCM to ACOTS (Any Crap on the Shelf) be more accurate?

christmas71A return of the drive-in proper. Inflatable screens may be nice, but featuring almost exclusively the most vacuous product by the Satanic Triumvirate of Lucas/Spielberg/Disney as a choice of exhibitors is not amusing, even as a concept which might replace waterboarding as an interrogation technique. The past season has proven there is an incredibly viable market for genuine drive-in screens to find resurrection, The recent announcement of a revived version of American International Pictures could lead the way in the creation of the far more interesting second-tier cinema and the sudden flowering of new and hungry screens could only be a boon to low-budget, exploitation and regional filmmakers as well.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A cessation of whining from the cinema multiplex corporations concerning the strangulation of business. These are the same jokers who thought it hysterical when they backed the expensive conversion to digital projection which helped put the bulk of independent cinemas out of business. Sometimes karma is a bitch. 

christmas71Enough with the à la carte dining in movie theaters. If one wishes to spend thirty dollars on one grey disc that resembles a hamburger only in its description on the menu, your movie dollars are better spent purchasing the gallon drum of thousands of pieces of pre-cooked corn kernels, generously dampened by a mysterious by-product of the crude oil industry. Remember, your patronage of traditional theater snack bar supports America’s energy independence.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)It’s about time for a much deserved gesture of equality in the opportunities offered women to direct major motion pictures. It’s about time we can announce in all candor that they make movies just as crappy as men. 



christmas7           “The Christmas That Almost Wasn’t” (1966)

    Hollywood (a popular cultural abstract which we use as a convenient shorthand to identify the purely commercial cinema regardless of geographical origin) may be manychristmasOS things, but a reputable harbinger of advancing an unpolluted celebration of Yuletide spiritual innocence is certainly not one of them.

    The characteristic common to virtually every Christmas film is the inevitable presence of a sneering blackguard of such a villainously contemptable disposition that they all but invite an eruptive hiss from the audience of such violently repulsed emotion that one would think William Castle had outfitted the theater with a hidden system of out of control compression air hoses.

    These seasonal ne’er-do-wells are tasked with the unenviable burden- and thus providing the dramatic impetus of their films -of proving that good will and glad tidings are the foolish consistencies that are the true hobgoblins of little minds.* How insupportable are these characters who balk at the very concept of Christmas (and by villainous extension, as shamelessly proffered in every one of these films, the happiness of children), regardless of whether that concept is of the traditionally ecclesiastical variety or of the contemporary sectarian one in which the prominent holy figure is that of the department mall St. Nick, the modern symbol of all that is great and good and charitable, yet has been adopted by the purveyors (most especially the media, and most especially the movies) of capitalism, who have effectivelychristmas1 converted Luke 2:11 into a mandate asserting that all modern forms of holiday cheer are based upon the fourth quarter retail sales figures (especially to all of those little elves at the annual Macy’s stockholders meeting).

    Supplanting these altruistic holiday impulses is the movies; a cultural enterprise in which the only consistent conscious artistic impulse is to open big in the lucrative Asian marketplace; hardly commensurate with that brief reminder of spiritual values laid out by Charles Schultz’ blanket wielding sage as to the true meaning of the holiday, when everyone in Hollywood knows that, indeed, out of the mouths of babes comes wisdom, but only if what comes out of their mouths is the a screaming demand for cheaply manufactured movie franchise tie-in merchandise.

    In “The Christmas That Almost Wasn’t”, the architect of holiday gloom is the appropriately named Phineas T. Prune, a man described as having a “pickle face” (a rather amusing conceit considering he is played by movie heartthrob Rossano Brazzi,christmas6 who also directed), who has become the owner of the entire North Pole and, for reasons to be determined late in the film, thus conspires to exercise his landlord authority by evicting Santa for nonpayment of rent and thereby cancelling Christmas. Santa (Alberto Rabagliati) consults with lawyer Sam Whipple (Paul Tripp) who displays his legal guile by smiling so profusely he seems afflicted with terminal cuteness. Travelling to the North Pole with Santa, they confront the dastardly Prune, who continually pops in to irritate Santa, Mrs. Claus (Lydia Brazzi), eccentric foreman Jonathan (played with typical lack of restraint by Mischa Auer) and his entire elfin staff (who resemble Willie Wonka’s Oompah Loompahs minus the spray-on tans), as if he could just commute to the polar regions by taxicab, and, in the process, thwarting Whipple’s legal strategies by simply refusing to cooperate. Back in the city, Whipplechristmas4 devises a plan to earn enough to pay the back rent through the jolly red suited man’s employment as the world’s first department store Santa.

    The film, obviously aimed at the young and impressionable, does a fairly substantial job of presenting yet another variation of holiday crisis via a rather blatant (despite being based upon an “original” story by Tripp) unacknowledged attribution to Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, as well as a obvious nod to “Miracle on 34th Street”, especially with the former’s rather inescapable third act spiritual redemption, that here is triggered by the correction of a childhood disappointment so trivial it frightens to think- according to the film’s logic -what lifelong pattern of criminality could be unleashed through slights from the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy? Yet, for all of the convolutions of plotting- including Prune’s covert campaign of sabotage, abetted by an underused cobweb covered manservant named Blossom (wonderfully incarnated by John Karlsen, who here resembles Art Carney as reimagined by Gahan Wilson) –Rossano Brazzi’s script fails to take advantage of thechristmas3 many opportunities to infuse the film with a more biting satiric edge, instead surrendering almost every scene to the saccharine (Tripp’s constant preening doesn’t help).

    With the film’s central character of interest being the top hatted, mustachioed Prune (think a live-action version of Snidely Whiplash), there is the possibility for the film to show a capacity for genuinely black-hearted subversive humor yet it disappointingly settles for clunky, badly staged pratfalls. There are a few early moments of invention (a song- yes, the film is indeed a musical -in which Prune is rueful that he is so bad he frightens himself, is amusing- the best songs belong to him -yet, unfortunately, Brazzi’s heavy Italian accent obscures many of the lyrics) but they are soon subsumed in the film’s overwhelming leaning toward the unrelievedly childish, which considering the film’s portrayal of Santa Claus as a helpless, unimaginative personification of the holiday spirit (he must be thechristmas5 most clinically depressed jolly old elf ever to inhabit the screen), goes a long way in explaining the unbearably immature behavior of the adult characters necessary in salvaging buoyancy in scenes undercut by this Santa’s grim-faced moodiness. (The one original suggestion of neurosis occurs with Santa experiencing pre-employment jitters as he nervously realizes he has never encountered a wakened child; a humorous insight unfortunately ruined, in song, by repetitive and inexpressively trite lyrics.)

    “The Christmas That Almost Wasn’t” may not be the first film to address holiday depression, though- certainly unique for a children’s film -it may be the first that identifies it as a symptom of performance anxiety. movie

* with all due apologies for paraphrasing Mr. Churchill 



You too would be exclaiming Gloria in excelsis deo if you found this sleepy little elf left under your Christmas tree.

Dear Cinema Santa:  2018 Edition

    Once again dear friends (and you folks in Vermont) it is that time to weigh in on the past year’s accumulation of greedy impulses and dissatisfaction with the world of movies with our Dear Cinema Santa Wish List, an annual tradition here at CSR in which we ask for very little and expect to receive even less. 

Animated Gif Christmas (384)We are quite fed up with the Criterion Collection’s more recent lapses in judgment by ignoring truly interesting films and instead featuring the promotion of undeniable trash (“Valley of the Dolls”? Really?). So, here are a few titles that we are still asking for in case anyone is listening: Barbara Loden’s “Wanda”, Joseph Losey’s “The Go-Between”, Giuseppe Patroni Griffi’s “‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore”, Ken Russell’s “The Boy Friend”, Solanas and Getino’s “The Hour of the Furnaces”, Jean Eustache’s “The Mother and the Whore”, Bo Widerberg’s “Joe Hill” and “Man on the Roof”, Michael Ritchie’s “The Candidate” and perhaps Eclipse box sets featuring the films of Mai Zetterling and Susan Sontag.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)More movie theaters and fewer community performance centers. The trend toward non-profit groups buying out abandoned old movie theaters and restoring them is something that CSR can’t help but find commendable. However, instead of being used as a film venue as intended, most are converted into performance arts centers which, more often than not, play host to Mrs. Hastings’ 3rd grader production of “The Night of the Iguana”. At least the wrecking ball ends the suffering quickly.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)The end of useless, endless and needlessly expensive political campaigns. Instead, let all of the prospective candidates show their mettle by pursuing their office as the prize of a giant road race, with inauguration papers hidden under a “Big WH”. 

Animated Gif Christmas (384)That the Caligula-inspired orgy known as the Golden Globe ceremonies are declared a “dry” party. Wonder how many of the Hollywood A-listers would still show up?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)That the third day of August will from now on be known as Terry-Thomas Day. Just because.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)That a new category in the MPAA ratings be introduced: an “S” signifying a STUPID film (No one admitted unless they’re willing to surrender their dignity). Doubtless it would have little effect on Hollywood’s continuing production of intellectually vacant films, but the honesty would be refreshing.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A cessation of the sale of popcorn in theater lobbies. It’s been done and now it’s time to move on to a more savory entertainment treat. Might we suggest bags of bacon bits?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A Congressional bill passed to be known as the Intelligence Anti-Discrimination Act, which would force any multiplex with six or more screens to permanently designate at least two screens to be dedicated to the exhibition of foreign and art house cinema. 

Animated Gif Christmas (384)In the grand scheme of things, our calls for less Mark Wahlberg and Robert De Niro have proven less than successful. (Might we suggest President Trump tweeting admiration and enthusiasm for both, thus poisoning their employability in Hollywood? Do we have to do the thinking for everyone?) But, on a more positive note, how about more Winona Ryder?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)In a concluding note, we were going to ask for a moratorium on films featuring, starring or directed by that colossal bore George Clooney. However, the box-office returns of his last several vehicles may have proven that the public has gone a long way in granting this most precious of requests. God bless us, every one!


cinemasanta20172        Dear Cinema Santa:  2017 Edition

Light up boys and girls and all of the ships at sea, for once again we’ve arrived at that time of the year in which the bonds of a year filled with fake empathy and grudging good deeds gives way to reveal our true motives of gain and avarice. Yes, it’s time for our annual nosedive into the wondrous world of begging a red suited fat guy (not to be confused with the fat Red guy from North Korea) to makes our cinematic wishes come true: it’s the annual Dear Cinema Santa wish list. Let us hope that in the year to come, at least one or two of these desperate pleas for a better film world may come true. And to those who might find this a complete waste of time, may the jolly elf leave you a bucket brimming with coal flavored popcorn. And to all (except the Fat Red guy) a good night.

Animated Gif Christmas (384) Just one movie in which Morgan Freeman actually plays a despicably villainous character rather than his usual despicably dull fountain of goodness and wisdom.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A Meryl Streep performance (if we’re forced to travel that route) that does not rely on a painful accent nor eccentric costuming. Is it possible to reconcile her acting style with the requirements of that of the unaffected neo-realistic drama?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A cessation to the endless and quite meaningless critical egg throwing on the Internet concerning the relative value of Marvel superhero movies versus those of DC. Such embarrassingly impassioned arguments only serve to obscure the plain and simple truth that, with the rare exception, if evaluated by normal critical standards, none of these films are of estimable merit.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)An end to the current trend in which every film reviewed is attributed with a Trumpian sociopolitical significance, especially since all of these films would have been conceived of and produced far before the election of the current President. Could we possibly drain this limitation of perspective from the critical swamp?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A serious reflection as to why it’s perfectly acceptable to portray the cinematic villainy of the German Reich (rightly so), yet there seems to be no end of the excuses and apologies for any acknowledgement of similar wartime atrocities attributable to the Land of the Rising Sun?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)Despite the fact that every actress now makes the dubious claim of being a born-again virgin, how about a courageous show of hands from all of the women in Hollywood who actually willingly (explaining much) slept their way to the top?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)Roles for some of our greatest actresses of maturity. Whatever happened to Joanne Woodward?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A sworn statement from (or court order for) Kenneth Branagh, preventing him from filming any further movie remakes. Please stick to Shakespeare.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)The removal of all self-service fountain drink machines from our nation’s cinemas. These human fly traps relinquish the need for any further proof that for some unknown reason our entire moviegoing population seems mysteriously afflicted with an alarming frequency of spasticity of coordination.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)How about Disney actually producing an occasional movie that wouldn’t outrage Uncle Walt?


00000000xmas1         DEAR CINEMA SANTA, 2015 EDITION

     During this festive season, when the brief wisps of sunlight become briefer, granting increased concession to the agents of nocturnal chills, howling blasts of wind and the occasional welcome falling of celestial dandruff on the empty branches of winter, it falls upon the magnetic tug of nostalgic yearnings for a 00000000xmas2return to the warm caress of innocent days of youth, replete with schoolyard bullies, practical parents whose wisdom allowed for their child riding a bike or playing hopscotch without their binding their offspring in protective body armor that would make Navy Seals envious and a common sense view of society that allowed little Butchie to roam the neighborhood unaccompanied while 00000000xmas3selling subscriptions to Grit did not assume that every suburban block is saturated with oddballs seeking to replicate the Lindbergh kidnapping. But beyond the magnetic pull of a wishful return to such societal naivete lies the special prize that was the annual Sears Wish Book, the ultimate bible of kid’s greed for all things shiny, whirring and buzzing. The catalog of fingertip wonders that, through advanced practices of footnoting, annotations and cross-referencing skills that would make college professors shudder in awe, became a common mental meeting ground for generations of children who insatiable seasonal gluttony for unchecked merchandise acquisition was one of the founding cornerstones of the American economy, first notated in The Federalist Papers and later explored in great depth in the collected papers of both Hillel Hassenfeld and John Foster Dulles. In the great spirit of the Wish Book, we present our annual  Christmas cinema want list, keeping in mind that the boy has been a lot less naughty this year than most of the Silver Screen offerings of the calendar year:

Animated Gif Christmas (384)01) The discontinuation of the new trend of dine-in movie theaters, a development which can only lead to the inevitable “slippery slope” of bad patronage behavior. In a world in which rudeness has become as commonplace as breathing air, and the rules of etiquette are regarded as bothersome and antiquated as medical bleedings, there is little doubt that fortifying any notion promoting a public venue as a natural extension of the patron’s domestic altar of slobbery is a toxic step in the wrong direction. If the past offenses of discourteous chatter, seat kicking, noisome snacking and distracting illuminated phone texting were considered intrusive,  just imagine the encrusted traces of an abstract array of greasy hand wipings leaving tar-like particulate trails of festering bacterial colonies genetically proprietary to the Black Plague finding succor in the folds of ridiculous reclining chairs that will certainly be subject to the indignities of  snoring, the kinetic ballet of restless leg syndrome and incontinent nocturnal urination. Theater seats should not be a modern substitute for a field trip to the pre-Giuliani days of the Port Authority. Was sitting upright  for two hours without the benefit of a nine-course buffet (to satiate the inevitable pangs of unquenched obesity) really such a burden?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)02) The return of visible ushers whose function extends beyond sleepily yawning  and flirting with the candy counter girls. Whatever happened to the days in which local teens or young adults, armed with red jacket and flashlight, were suddenly imbued with the same stern authoritative swagger as a Stalag watchtower guard? 

Animated Gif Christmas (384)03) The elimination of pre-sold movie tickets. Listen Chester, this isn’t Broadway, it’s the movies and part of the communal enjoyment of attending a film is the excited buzz of anticipation waiting in a ticket line. Where is the once treasured sense of camaraderie in seeing a film? Arriving at a theater only to find that the film will be unavailable for the next six days is not an enticement to patronize an already increasingly grating cinema experience. (And no, the endless lines at the concession stand, waiting for the Master’s Degree candidates endlessly perplexed over the difference between small, medium and large beverages is not a suitable substitute for communal filmic enthusiasm.)

Animated Gif Christmas (384)04)  A bit of restraint exercised in advertising upcoming DVD releases of films which are still playing in first-run houses. Recent sightings of DVD/Blue Ray pre-orders for “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” on the day it opened at theaters attests, not to the film’s then-unproven quality, but to insatiable corporate greed. Can a film be enjoyed without it becoming an enforced perpetual lifestyle? 

Animated Gif Christmas (384)05) Less Robert DeNiro. An actor, who by now, it must be apparent to all, is no longer the legend-in-the-making actor of his youth, but merely an older, less energetic but equally mercenary version of Nicholas Cage, seems to appear more regularly on the movie screen than bedbugs in a New Orleans flophouse.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)06) A ban on SNL alumnus from ever again starring in, directing, writing (or how about even attending?) another film. Lorne Michaels’ band of self-amused merrymakers has had a more detrimental impact on the American cultural landscape outside of hip-hop and, perhaps, Elizabeth Taylor. Michaels’ current controlling position at a major television network is a sufficient killing field in regard to the continuing degradation of modern comedy, and perhaps it is time to consider construction of an additional isolating immigration wall to be built around one specific Canadian?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)07) Enough with the commercial  product sponsorship of new films. Does Bond use two or single-ply paper towels? What does a Minion use to ease the painful itch of hemorrhoids? Does Hans Solo drive a Buick? Does anyone really care?

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08) The return of Gene Hackman, long absent and long missed, to the screen. movie


0000christmasstory    In the continuous spirit of the late lamented Sears Wish Book- that compendium of childhood greed (ignoring the adult sections which focused more on anti-urchin merchandise such as clothing and dehumidifiers) that provided invaluable practical a-christmas-story_a_GIFSoup.coma-christmas-story-leg-lamp_a_GIFSoup.comexperience in the lost art of cross-referencing, footnoting and indexing one’s Xmas toy want list -CSR presents our second annual memo of desired gifts to the Jolly Fat Man in an attempt to plead a case for a happier, more worthwhile and perhaps even artistic cinematic year to come. In the event all of the following requests actually materialize, there is no need to thank me, simply slip a box of Cubanos  under the door. (Thanks Obama Claus!)

Animated Gif Christmas (384)01) No more Seth Rogen or James Franco films. Actually, the North Koreans seemed fairly aligned with this type of thinking recently, but- as is the pattern with most insubstantially intelligent dictatorships who fail to properly organize their thoughts -limited their ire to one specific film instead of going for the long-term prize. This is why you really can’t count on brutal, repressive regimes to do the responsible thing.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)02) A demonstration of humility by Sony Pictures for an insubstantially intelligent dictatorship bailing their creatively vacant hides out of the proverbial accountant’s red by making a dim piece of work such as “The Interview” the subject of substantial public interest (read: dollars), especially by a demographic who would be hard pressed to find Korea on a map (no Harvard graduate, it’s not the capital of Nebraska) never mind be able to guess with 10,000 tries just who Kim Jong-un is anyway.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)03) Finally an admission of an inbred lack of taste by those same people who will flock like lemmings to “The Interview” with the excuse that they are interested in the controversial subject as a matter of concerned public interest. Humbug! Let us imagine if a similar cultural curiosity would be piqued in these poser charlatans had the film in question been the latest by Michael Haneke.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)04) Might we not add Adam Sandler to this short list of disposable offenses? Certainly it has taken longer to type this request than has been the average booking at the local megaplex of his last five films combined.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)05) A moratorium on unnecessary ethnically condescending remakes. Is there really a need for yet another film version of “Annie” (weren’t the first two editions punishing enough?) except as Hollywood’s latest excuse to revisit easily exploitable materials through racial colorization? Also, aren’t there stories indigenous to The Black Experience (capitalized in deference to viewers of PBS who seem to take this kind of distinction seriously to the point of apoplectic self-righteousness-  residents of Newton and Cambridge, MA take note) that might not only proffer projects directed on fresher paths, but give attention to worthy voices heretofore given little or no recent cinematic exposure? For instance, where are representations of the works of August Wilson? The novels of Chester Himes?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)06) A cessation of the evolutionary program to modernize the movie theater. After the digitalization of projection, expansion of concessions (would you like dry sherry with that popcorn?) and a retrograde return to banked seating (in the old days considered practical not revolutionary), the local megaplex may have finally reached a zenith of insanity with the installation of reclining chairs, perhaps the final ingredient to make the theater going experience as close to watching a film in your living room as possible, except that you don;t have to pay a hefty premium to watch a movie in your own home. A message to theater owners: don’t charge for admission and then you can install all of the sofas and throw pillows you want.movie


Time again for major disappointment. It’s no secret that Chandler’s been a bad kid once again and will get the sock of coal (or the promise of a continued career of Jennifer Aniston, which is infinitely worse as coal burns for warmth, but there’s no use for a Jennifer Aniston movie) instead of what he wants out of the dog-eared 1965 Sear’s Wish Book (make-you-own-cigarette machines adjacent to the toy pages? Santa, I’m in!) but one must persevere until the sweet release of flaming Hades. So in that holiday spirit , here’s the new list for Mr. Kringle befitting the cinema season which never ends. (Nor does the lingering annoyance of sitting through “The Blue Bird”, but that’s another story for another time…)

Animated Gif Christmas (384)How about a film in which the undead show some real taste (as opposed to reel taste)? A zombie movie in which someone worth consuming with gratuitous relish is shown: like an opening feast on the offices of the ACLU?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A  real western not starring an Internet favored pretty boy who mistakes moussed hair and a stylishly chic, moisturized two-day stubble as a substitution for the ability to portray a “man”.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)An absence of any film supposedly portraying the mythical “Boston accent”.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)And while we’re talking about Boston, how about a year without Mark Wahlberg?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)Or Matt Damon?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A realistic film about the American slave experience as there is no more an occasion for a film about this era with an uplifting message any more than it is possible to have an uplifting Holocaust story.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)The discovery of more silent films. Any and all would be appreciated. (This is an occasion where the phrase “back to the salt mines” is welcome.)

Animated Gif Christmas (384)Sensible volume control during the coming attractions in any theater.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)The return of cartoons, short subjects and even old newsreels (its about time the younger generation learns the world revolved before they gave it permission to do so) to fill the gap between showings. Theaters claim they had to get rid of these as they had to squeeze in more showtimes to make a profit (yes, that $80 tab that comes with a large popcorn and two beverages isn’t a sufficient profit bubble), a claim which is undermined by the incessant displays of slideshow ads (no dammit, I don’t want to buy a house from my local realtor who insists on showing their ugly mug shot) or promotional films for the most insipid cable TV (Didn’t we pay to go to the movies to get away from television, and why advertise your consumer competitor anyway?) or worse yet- movies production films that agonizingly reveal no interesting facts (except for more screen time for hack Hollywood egotists [the Will Smith family, you’ve been outed!]) about films you haven’t chosen to pay to see in the first place?

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A federal law passed that film reviews can only be written by people who have actually seen a movie predating the year 2000.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A year of movie posters which return to artistry rather than just enlarged photos of the actors.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A year of non-generic titling of films.

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A recall of the critical designation of “Vertigo” as the greatest film of all time. (Why not pick “Topaz” if the voting is going to be as illegitimately uninformed?)

Animated Gif Christmas (384)A ban on all print or broadcast ads quoting internet rave reviews.

An afterword: The opening comments are not intended as an endorsement of child smoking (except in the case of obnoxious, out-of-control brats- you know who you are -who I would never discourage from doing anything that would hasten their premature demise) nor as an admission to personally smoking (proudly smoke free since- forever) but this disclaimer seemed a good idea just in case the ACLU (or any annoying watchdog organization whose membership would never pass muster under the scrutiny of a 10 watt bulb) wants to get their- hopefully zombie targeted -knickers in a twist.movie


     Seasons Greetings Film Enthusiasts. Since the holiday season is upon us, it also means it is that time of year when movie reviewers will rapturously wring their hands with delight as they may spend the next several months wasting time ruminating over the worthless conception of their The Best Lists, or worse, endlessly contemplating the upcoming Awards Season (End of December thru October) where the American film industry puts on it’s lowest cut ill-fitting dresses, cocaine stained spats and Botox enhanced capped toothed smiles to attend the never ending parade of ceremonies of clueless  self-inflated narcissism, leaving all confused lovers of film in the dust wondering from what lofty land upstream on Denial River comes the wince inducing pronouncement: “It’s been a great year for film!”

    Still, being the holiday season, it also means that the year is coming to an end bringing with it hopes of renewal and rejuvenation, and with it the promise of better film seasons to come. To those of a more pessimistic nature, the passage of time brings you closer to the sweet release of death which happily marks the end of prospects toward your attending further Adam Sandler, Michael Bay or Taylor Lautner films. (Not to mention the umpteenth rebooting of superhero franchises.) So rejoice!

COULD “SCROOGE” BE A FILM CRITIC? Given his noxious nature as an unrepentant miserly skinflint, ill mannered, callously opinionated and completely dismissive of others feelings, could not old Ebenezer be an ideal model for the professional film critic? A member of the lofty Critical Establishment? Not so fast Horace. Our Mister Scrooge, if you recall, did an appalling 180 degree shift at the end of the tale and became a decent, caring, philanthropic individual. A model citizen. Or what would be known in the Critical Establishment as a sucker. A man equipped with weak, wishy-washy attitudes. And by all evidence, rather unhygienic as well. No, better society be served by someone with the strength to do the right thing and kick that worthless Cratchit bunch, especially that obnoxious little Tiny Tim, out into the snow where they belong. “God bless us, every one!”


                    Brought to you by Skittles, the All-American Christmas candy

The object of the puzzle is easy. Simply identify the Christmas movie from which each of the following ten images were taken. If you answer all ten correctly, you get nothing, not even a lump of coal in your stocking. However, we may refer your name to Santa, in which case he may be cross at your abject greed and stuff a dead squirrel in your chimney. Good luck, may the wisest  and most accomplished of you prove triumphant, and- oh yeah- have a Happy Holiday!

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  3. tashpix says:

    When I worked for Criterion back in the ’80s, I suggested releasing “The Go-Between,” but they didn’t pursue it. Probably just as well, because when I published on the film in the early ’90s and tried to license images from it, I got a big fat “nyet” from Columbia, mainly because they weren’t sure themselves whether they could license it! It is available in a gray market DVD, which I have in my collection. A good widescreen transfer, definitely better than the one used in Columbia’s VHS release. I bought it through amazon if you want to pursue it.

    • Thanks, I looked into that. It sounds very promising. It’s amazing all of the junk available in multiple varieties of deluxe sets, yet Losey is relatively hard to find.

      • tashpix says:

        Yes. As you probably noticed in my blog, Losey is a favorite of mine. I make periodic efforts to locate copies of titles I haven’t seen or want to add to my collection. I feel a certain kinship with him as a filmmaker that helps me to get past some of his more ludicrous efforts. Nobody’s perfect, right? 😉

  4. beetleypete says:

    I’m with you on Rogen, Sandler, and many, many more. As well as countless and pointless re-makes, sequels that are not really, and all sorts of (sorry-mainly US) mainstream crap that passes as entertainment these days. Have a great 2015, and I will look forward to more incisive dismantling of the ‘industry’ soon.
    Regards from England. Pete.

  5. Chandler, loved your Christmas wish list. Since it brought a little more holiday cheer for me, it should be good for a get-out-of-Santa’s-doghouse free card, or knock off a couple of demerits from your naughty record.

    1. Loved the zombie movie and ACLU reference. I’m so tired of zombies and vampires. I don’t watch them, but feel bombarded by all the trailers and advertisements that crop up. And I have to listen to relatives and friends talk about them. I respect their rights to choices, but I don’t want play by play commentaries about something I despise. Pure torture.

    2. And Gott in Himmel !! Thank you for pointing out the “pretty boys” dressed up in fashionable whiskers to help us get a clue to their masculinity. Give me Yul Brynner and Charles Bronson any day. And for a man’s movie (which definitely appeals to the feminine gender), there’s never been one to equal Quigley Down Under, and is the best role Tom Selleck has ever played (I think). That man walks calmly through that film exuding testosterone from every pore without breaking a sweat. And he definitely did not have to be dolled up to do it.

    3. Don’t know anything about a Boston accent, mythical or otherwise. What comes to mind when I think of Boston is this little ditty —

    And this is good old Boston
    Home of the bean and the cod,
    Where the Lowell’s speak only to Cabots,
    And the Cabots speak only to God.

    Now your name comes to mind along with old movies.

    4. Liked Mark Wahlberg in The Shooter. Nothing much since then that shouts at me in neon.

    5. Matt Damon. The new wore off long ago and now he’s like a guest who’s over stayed his welcome. He’s getting more than a little hackneyed,

    6. Amen, brother.

    7. “The Artist” was mesmerizing. I didn’t have an appreciation of silent film until then. I’ll bet you could recommend a couple of good ones.

    8. I think that’s why I’m half deaf now. I’m reduced to having to switch on the captions when I’m watching from home, not only because of my diminished audio capacity but because it’s seems to be the in thing for actors to mutter now. Also, so many movie makers think that keeping their scenes in the dark makes them artistic. Artistic, my hind foot. You can’t see what’s doing or who’s doing it. Do they think this is a new version of Film Noir? And everything has to be grey and depressing. In the old black and whites they knew how to get across depressing without being depressing. (I know that does not make a lick of sense, but it does to me). And they could film a dark room without totally knocking the viewer out of the loop.

    9. Yes. Yes. And yes yes yes. I love cartoons. Good ones, mind you; not “adult trashy”; not children’s space odysseys; but cartoons that will make anybody laugh at any age. Like Scrat the prehistoric squirrel on Ice Age. That would be infinitely better than sitting through an infinite number of COMMERCIALS that you’ve paid through the nose to NOT see. Or being a captive audience to bits of lame TV shows.

    10. Yes. The current crop of young reviewers and their incessant penchant for anti-social language and the emotional depth of a thimble gets on my last nerve.

    11. I love watching Antiques Roadshow when people bring in old posters from attics and trash bins and who-knows-where. The main “body” of posters now focuses on in-your-face sex appeal. No art required.

    12. You must mean “originality”. It’s been so long since I’ve seen any I almost had to look up the spelling.

    13. I like all Jimmy Stewart, and, of course, Vertigo. But it’s not anywhere near the top of my list.

    14. Rave reviews are about as sincere as an air kiss.

    Christmas Puzzler:
    — # 1 is probably A Christmas Story. I only know that because I tried to watch it a couple of days ago.

    — A couple of my dirty little secrets is that I love Bob Hope and Charlie Chan movies. But don’t ask me which Bob Hope this is. My half-heimers is kicking in this morning.

    I enjoyed reading all of this. Keep up the good work. Merry Christmas to you.
    P.S. Do you know any Lowell’s or Cabot’s? (Grin)


  6. C W says:

    Chandler whats up bud its CBL I was on the old site, where my attendance continues to be spotty at best due to complete boredom mostly and the stringent unyieldingly politically correct attitudes that permiate big big media and their blantantly apologetic followers, is that postured correctly????

    Ha Ha no I, stumbled across ur review on “It Came From Beneath the Sea” and started cracking up. Found this on ur old homepage…. Ur the only man with 27000 page views and no friends….. fucking awesome! Ill be looking in to further digest this new aggregation of your considerable efforts.


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