Boo these constant remakes filling modern horror features
well actually to tell the truth, for most part I actually didn't mind this recent remake (although some like to call these a re-imaginative) of the 1974 Canadian seasonal slasher 'Black Christmas', which was directed by Bob Clark. Don't get me wrong, as I do adore the original with it being one of my all-time favourite horror outings. I'm sure I will find myself in a very tiny minority, however this installment while inferior, remained mildly amusing, up until its bonkers last twenty minutes of silly revelations and one climax too many. The tone is a lot different, while the original was creepy and suspense driven with plenty of mystery behind the killer. On this occasion we get a considerably gruesome and unpleasant shocker (which can be a nasty piece of work), which goes on to over-explain the origin and motives in flashbacks of our killer
Billy. Still everything does have that one-dimensional feel (mainly surrounding the female victims) and the red herrings don't work because everything is shoved in your face that's its hard not to pick up. I liked the ambiguity the original went for, as for the remake I could live with the angle it headed for, but it didn't feel as unnerving as his character is painted out to be. The deaths scenes are over-the-top with its blood splatter and jolts, relating to a by-the-numbers body count formula of characters showing up to meet the meat grinder. The performances feel forced, due to a clash of (lacking) personalities and a rather self-knowing script. More time is spent delving into the billy character, than the girls. The headstrong cast featuring Katie Cassidy, Kristen Cloke, Michelle Trachtenberg, Crystal Lowe, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Lacey Chabert, Oliver Hudson and the lovely Andrea Martin give potent efforts even with their sketchy drawings. Director Glen Morgan (who also penned the overdone and contrived screenplay) adapts a shinny gloss to the visuals, capturing the neon lighting with a stylish colour scheme of the festive season, but also asserting a bleakly cold winter backdrop and an underlining darkness of impending doom. His pacing is quite spot on, with curious camera angles showing up and a clunky score that's a bit too much with the simple Christmas carols working out better. Overcooked, but a reasonably lukewarm sled ride.