Mary Elizabeth Winstead
That's not to knock the original BLACK CHRISTMAS, which is a damn fine chiller and one of the great-granddaddies in the slasher sub-genre. But to pluck this particular title off the shelf, which is certainly familiar to the gorehounds but very few others, reeks of grabbiness. As in "Crap, what else can we remake?!?! License an old slasher title, quick!"
And then, just like so many times before, Glen Morgan's BLACK CHRISTMAS arrives with nothing to show for itself. (It's even more disappointing because Morgan's other remake (WILLARD) is a damn good flick.) It's a thinly-constructed and paper-thin slasher rehash full of obvious twists, annoying characters, and an annoyingly generic presentation. (The crazy killer's back-story, for example, is the epitome of basic and listless.)
Morgan generates little to no tension as his actresses flail about from sorority house living room to attic and everywhere in between. The space between "the kill scenes" becomes a repository for tedious dialogue and time-wasting plot shenanigans. As far as the splattery stuff goes, the fans will dig the brief-yet-nasty FX work, but they'll have to slog through a pretty tiresome movie just to get their hands on those nuggets.
Rounding out the disc are about twenty minutes of deleted / extended / alternate scenes, including some optional endings. Meh.