Showing posts with label holiday horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday horror. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Rapid Review: The Krampus (non-fiction)




From 2016, Al Ridenour’s beautiful and absorbing book: The Krampus and the Old, Dark Christmas: Roots and Rebirth of the Folkloric Devil, is the perfect companion to your evening by the fire during that nasty snowstorm. Wait….is that the wind you hear howling outside or……


I always love to pull this book out this time of year. It’s an extremely fascinating look at Krampus and all the various incarnations, festivals and lore.




 From its roots in Germany and Austria to its recent resurgence in America and beyond, Krampus and Krampusnacht have woven their way into the fabric of the holidays. Considered the “dark half” of the Santa Claus legend, Krampus supposedly grabbed up naughty children—in contrast to Saint Nicholas showering children with gifts. Forget coal! In old world lore, Krampus would just disembowel bad kids. Yikes! 

 Chapters include everything from the traditional look of Krampus (suits and masks) to where he came from and how he relates to St. Nick and other Christmasy types, to descriptions and folklore of many other Yuletide and winter ghosts, devils, and monsters of olde. 



 Exhaustively well researched by someone with an obvious love of the Krampus legend, this book has tons of exceptional photos and drawings as well. Parade and festival pictures abound from all over the world, showing masks and Krampus outfits-detailing how seriously this is all taken, particularly in Germany/Austria. It even includes maps of significant towns and landmarks. 

 Anyone interested in folklore and in particular DARK lore should definitely check this book out and make it part of your holiday reading.

Friday, December 9, 2022

TEN REASONS: Why I Love Black Christmas



We’re starting a new feature here on Fascination with Fear called Ten Reasons. Not necessarily a countdown, just ten reasons…..to watch something, to love something….or even to dislike!  

I’m starting with perhaps my favorite Christmas horror, 1974’s Black Christmas. Please note there are spoilers within this post—so if you haven’t seen the film (and if you haven’t, get on that!) you may want to wait until you have! 

{I still find it crazy that the same director was behind both Black Christmas and one of the most popular family holiday films, A Christmas Story. What range!}


Anyway—-here’s ten reasons I LOVE Black Christmas! 🖤🎄



  1. Barb.  Foul-mouthed, crass, and perpetual drunk Barb is one of the best if not the best character in the film. She has several great moments, with the “fellatio” discussion with the clueless cop and the turtles having sex for three days straight speech being the stand-outs.  She knows she’s ignorant and uses that to her every advantage. But we see she does have a heart….when her mom ditches her on Christmas to spend the holiday with some guy, we know Barb’s feelings are hurt—but she quickly brushes it off with more humor.  The late great Margot Kidder exceeds expectations and elevates the fun here. 

  2. Mrs Mac.  Housemother of the sorority house, she’s a closet drinker with a loud personality.  With booze hid in places like the toilet tank and a book with a bottle size cut out inside, she’s both covert as well as resourceful. It’s clear she loves the girls and pretty much lets them get away with murder…whoops, poor choice of words! 

  3. Chris Hayden.  Chris is the boyfriend of Clare Harrison, our first victim. While she sits, dead, in a rocking chair in the attic, Chris leads the stampede to find her. When the cops don’t take her disappearance seriously Chris stomps angrily into the police station and demands something be done. In his fur coat and sporting movie star hair, Chris is a good looking and obviously caring boyfriend who is present for all aspects of the search. 

  4. Pi Kappa Sigma. That house! With its big rooms and gorgeous woodwork, it’s a star in and of itself. With the roaring fireplace as a backdrop for all the festivities of the house, holiday decorations abound while half the girls get toasted and the other half listen to lewd phone calls. And its pleasing Christmas lights on the outside make it the perfect setting for murder and mayhem. 

  5. Inventive kills. This is not your average slasher flick.  First of all, it pre-dates 1978’s Halloween, so it could be considered the OG slasher (if you’re not counting Norman Bates!) Secondly, there’s none of that just going around slashing folks with a knife! This killer uses suffocation by plastic bag, a crane hook (which was in the attic for some reason), a crystal unicorn figurine…truly imaginative. 

  6. The phone calls. Doubtful that any film has more ringing phones than this one—except the similar storyline of When A Stranger Calls (1979).  But what sets this one apart is the vulgarity. They hold nothing back in this script, using all manner of indecent and foul language. It’s so dirty it’s almost laughable, if it weren’t coming from someone so perverse. 

  7. Creepy-ass Peter.  Poor Jess. Her neurotic boyfriend is one weird son of a bitch. He is quite deluded and apparently thinks he can control Jess’s decision whether or not to get an abortion. He tries to say she can’t do that, but I assure you buddy, she can.  He has a whole future planned out for them that Jess has no desire to be a part of. When he fails to perform well at his classical piano audition, soon thereafter he utterly trashes the grand piano. This leaves us (the movie  audience) wondering if Peter may be the killer. He’s kind of fun to watch become more and more unhinged. 

  8. The police station.  Oh man, there is a scene at the police station that when I think about it, I can still get a good chuckle. Barb convinces Sergeant Nash that the new phone number at the sorority house is “fellatio” 20880.  The clueless cop even has her spell it.  Funniest of all are the other cops reactions when he tells them about the new exchange. The one cop’s laughter can set anyone off in a fit of giggles. We also need to praise the movie gods for placing John Saxon (in a similar role as his Nightmare on Elm St character) in this film. 

  9. Jess.  Olivia Hussey is great as the main protagonist in Black Christmas. She takes most of the calls from “The Moaner”.  Good hearted and kind, Jess seems to be the heart of the sorority, and much of the focus is on how she deals not only with the obscene caller but with the situation with her bonkers boyfriend once he finds out she wants to have an abortion. She sticks to her guns even though she knows Peter is essentially threatening her. She breaks up with him, searches for Clare and a local high school girl who is lost, helps Barb with an asthma attack, keeps the killer on the phone so they can trace the call, settles roomie Phyl when she becomes terrified, and is pretty good with a fire poker in a pinch.  A role model for sure. 

  10. Billy/The Prowler— From the moment we see the killer climbing the rose trellis to the attic of the sorority house, we know this jackass is off his rocker. Those phone calls!! Flagrant profanity and disgusting innuendoes! And the killing, when it starts, is cold hearted and seemingly random.  Add to that the fact that he continues to talk about Billy and Agnes—who are still unknown to us at movie’s end. We never find out his reasoning for being a psychopath. And that’s truly the scariest part of the whole film. 
*Black Christmas poster art by Gary Pullin 🖤🎄

Sunday, December 4, 2022

Christmas Evil (1980) : Deck the Halls with Despair


Christmas Evil
--a.k.a. You Better Watch Out-- has gained a reputation as a rather obscure holiday horror film, and doesn't really fit into the typical killer Santa category. It's admittedly a bizarre film.  At its start, it's even a little slow and boring. But upon closer inspection, you can see the main character's decline into mental fragility coming into full view. The holidays are a precarious time for anyone who has had any trauma or loss in their life, and our sad Santa is suffering from a particular kind of PTSD.

On Christmas Eve, young Harry Stadling and his younger brother witness Santa Claus putting gifts under the Christmas tree.  Shortly thereafter, when Harry should be in bed, he hears murmuring and goes downstairs to take a look.  He sees Santa and his mother fondling each other and looking to take things to the next level.  Shocked, Harry rushes to the attic where, in the throes of hurtful dismay, he cuts himself on a snow globe he throws to the floor.

Thirty-some years later, Harry is weirdly and thoroughly obsessed with the man in the red suit.  He awakes each morning to a Christmas carousel alarm, plays carols all day, and has his entire apartment decorated for Christmas no matter what month it is.  He himself even dresses like Santa to sleep.  Though it's obvious he has some mental health issues, Harry manages to hold down a low level management position at the Jolly Dreams toy factory.  His co-workers make fun of him behind his back and trick him into working extra shifts on the assembly line making toys.  

Perhaps the most disturbing is Harry's habit of watching the neighborhood children to see who is "nice" and who is "naughty", taking it so far as to have two giant books in his apartment that he documents his findings, as in "Billy has impure thoughts" and "Susie is a little darling". While this is a disconcerting situation, it never quite gets to a creepy sexual level, thankfully. 

Harry comes to genuinely believe that he is the true Santa Claus - and he doesn't like how "bad" not only the kids but the adults, have become.  When one of his co-workers asks him to work a shift so he can be with his family, Harry agrees - only to discover Frank drinking and carrying on at the local pub.  

Harry's brother Phil invites him to Thanksgiving dinner with his family but Harry can't be bothered, and cancels last minute. He's still enraged about his co-worker lying.  He also gets upset when he finds out the owner of the Jolly Dreams factory is duplicitous in his idea of donating toys to kids - it turns out the staff has to work overtime and donate their own money.  

All of these things prey on Harry's mind until he pretty much snaps.  He dresses as Santa, steals toys from the factory, and paints his van like a sleigh. It's obvious that at this point, he truly believes he IS Santa Claus, and feels the need to exact revenge - while at the same time providing toys for the disadvantaged (and "good") children.  He takes off, starting with a local hospital, where he leaves bags of toys.  When he arrives at the local church right after Christmas Eve services, he is teased by a bunch of local yokels, and that's when he truly begins his reign of terror, killing the men and then quickly driving off, heading next to his co-worker Frank's house and then to the company Christmas party.

It's such a sad story, to be honest.  The depths of Harry's mental illness are not immediately recognizable, but come out in droves once he is pushed over the edge.  I think everyone can relate to having the holiday blues - or even getting completely overwhelmed and stressed out by all the expectations, but Harry's lapse of reality is next level. The worst part is that he has no one to help him.  His brother and co-workers surely all noticed that he was teetering on the edge of madness.  The trauma from his childhood caused the odd obsession with Santa, even pushing into believe he WAS Saint Nick himself.  

While some could see this film as not worthy of a watch because it does take its time to engage viewers, building poor Harry's tale of mental sickness slowly - which in turn makes it all the more believable.  The more angry he gets, the more delusional and reckless he becomes, culminating in his expected -- and quite frankly, pitiful-- downfall.  

The way society treats its "outcasts" is one of the reasons why the amount of mental illness that goes undetected and untreated is so high, particularly in America. It's a disgrace that more care is not taken.  We all should be watching for signs of depression, anxiety and other mental struggles in our families, friends, co-workers, neighbors.....anyone.  Sometimes people just need a friendly hello.  Sometimes they need intensive therapy.  It's not always easy to see, and it's not always easy to get involved, but it's something we all should be more aware of.  

I don't mean to be preachy, after all, this is just a horror movie.  But within the 90+ minute running time, there are plenty of examples of things to watch for - in the movie, and in real life.  And that gives "You Better Watch Out" a whole new meaning, doesn't it?