The holiday season is approaching, and what better way to celebrate than watching Santa tuck a few pool balls into his Christmas stockings, waving them menacingly in the air, and seeing someone fall in his face?
One such movie is “Night of Violence,” a movie that clearly no one wants but somehow chases after all the tacky sentimentality this time of year. It’s billed as a “sub-Christmas action-comedy” and can be a litmus test of who your true tribe is: if you think it’s funny watching Santa try to drown a man with Christmas lights, this movie is for you.
Directed by Tommy Wirkola, “Night of Violence” delves into the season’s mischievous or pleasant duality, presenting kilos of blood and wounds that squirt mini-bloods, along with the toothache sweetness of believing in Santa Claus and the true meaning of Christmas. .
It’s easy to initially dismiss this as an “SNL” digital short film towering over its own tinsel, but seeing Santa suck the end of a candy cane until it’s a sharp piece and then dive into it is a kind of perverted joy. the neck of a bad man. Isn’t it time for Kris Kringle as a sociopath?
Few people can balance all these demands as Santa except David Harbor, who specializes in grumpy-outside and sweet-on-the-inside teddy bears. This time, with his beard covered in blood, he must save an ultra-rich family from a murderous group of home invaders with automatic weapons and military training.
On her side: “Christmas magic,” a yuletide-sized logical loophole that she’s repeatedly revealed she doesn’t understand, and to screenwriters – Pat Casey and Josh Miller. They even gave Santa an origin story as a centuries-old Viking raider fond of breaking skulls with a hammer. He would naturally be on the naughty list.
In the beginning we meet Santa Claus in an English pub today. It’s Christmas Eve and he’s beaten. There are other guys dressed as Santa tonight, but they’re just pretending, like “Bad Santa”. It’s the real thing.
Tonight, Santa Claus is exhausted and fed up. Kids these days just demand more gifts – just nasty consumers. He even calls them junkies. “I forgot why I started doing it in the first place,” he says. “Maybe this is my last year.”
During their travels, he lingers for too long at the Lightstone family compound in Connecticut. A ruthless gang broke in, hoping to save the family $300 million, and traps Santa Claus with his magic gift bag and a pent-up desire to hurt people.
John Leguizamo is usually comedic relief in movies, an anti-Christmas lunatic who gets as heavy as he can, nutcracker-tormented at work, and gets some of the best exaggerated lines like “Christmas is dying tonight” and “Time.” To kill Santa Claus.” The movie soon moves to the “Die Hard” zone as the terrorists play cat and mouse inside the building with a good man.
Santa connects with a little girl (Leah Brady glows like a trinket), one of the hostages who still believes in Santa Claus. You are more than the gifts you bring, she told him. And so, to the accompaniment of his new friend’s “Home Alone” booby-trap skills and a soundtrack of Christmas carols by Burl Ives, Bryan Adams, and Slade, he systematically kills every bad boy and girl with a sledgehammer, proving that Christmas is indeed alive.
This, of course, is not Norman Rockwell’s vision of Santa Claus. His body is full of tattoos and he stitches up his own wounds with Christmas tree ornament hooks. He vomits, stabs baddies into thorny Christmas decorations, and uses the sharp edges of a pair of ice skates with surgical precision. Few films have received a better R rating. Are you the only one missing as long as you think it’s time to add some blood to Christmas?
“Violent Night,” a Universal Pictures release that opened nationwide on Friday, was rated R for “strong gory violence, head-to-toe language, and some sexual references.” Duration: 112 minutes. Two and a half stars out of four.
R’s MPAA definition: Restricted. Requires under 17, accompanying parent or adult guardian.
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