WARNING: This review is coming from somebody (me...who else) who totally worships the original and what it accomplished. Its hard for me to separate the two films, hence do with this disclaimer what the f*ck you will.
You know a film is getting a bad buzz when nobody wants to check it out with ya, even when you offer to flip the bill
on the ticket and buy the “brewskies” afterwards. Yup, I went to see the
Black Christmas remake (cleverly re-titled Black X-Mas) by my lonesome and unfortunately for my sorry
white ass, I mostly suffered all by my lonesome. OUCH!
Black X-Mas hit three levels as it sped down the bullshit covered Studio horror hill: unnecessary, mundane & trivial and finally… f*cking stupid. As opposed to the original which was smart enough to keep its killer (named Billy) in the dark, hence more frightening, this che-chinger offered us a lengthy back-story on our Holiday slayer via flashbacks. Billy's roots were semi compelling no doubt, but they also got in the way of the flow of the present day tale and pretty much brought nothing to the whole. Yup 20 minutes of filler! Bugh!
The current day storyline fared even worse. With Billy so drawn out gone was his fear factor, say hello to just another loon, with no balls to call his own, killing mooks in a house. Result; instead of channeling the spirit of the original Black Christmas, this rethread brought out the ghost of Halloween 8. How’s that? You know in a: folks wandering through a creepy house, getting picked off one by one while being too f*cking idiotic to recognize what’s going on and getting the f*ck out of dodge kind of way. I would’ve been out of there at the first phone call coming from one of my “missing” friends. COME ON! Speaking of phone and calls, if you’re looking for the uber chilling ring-a-lings that were in the original here, look elsewhere. The calls in this remake were just there to be there (Why did they even bother?) and generated no creepiness and zero tension.
The same could be vomited about the half cocked, half balked, half thought out and totally freaking pointless whodunit that was slapped my way. The film double downed on me with bullshit on that one! It hardly put in an effort in stimulating me throughout with its trite mystery and then did the same freaking thing when it delivered the plot hole laced (when looking back) answer to it all. Is that it man? Is that all you got? Pretty sad. Now, if you’re looking for similarities between this re-telling and its forefather, you won’t find many. All it did was take two devices (the eye ball shot and the calls) and ran with them as far it could. Problem was; more does not mean better. The single “eyeball” bit in Black Christmas was creepier than EVERY eye ball pop-goes-the-world found in this re-imagining.
How about character wise? How did that go down? BAD MAN! BAD! There was nobody to root for in this mess, not the whiny “be my family” Billy and definitely not the disposable female trinkets that populated this formulaic drivel. Sure, nice asses and cleavage abound for the whole family, but other than that I didn’t give half of a shite of a sprinkle of a slut about anybody here. If given the opportunity, I would’ve stapled them on my wall myself with a nail gun just to end the flick already! My last peeve with this crap had to do with the last 15 minutes. They reeked of “tacked on” and “re-shoot madness” and I almost walked out on them since the “story” (term used very loosely) was already done for me by that point. Talk about beating a dead lay! A total waste of celluloid!
Anything good to say about this pasty cookie? Well the flick did roll out at an even pace for the most part. A kill…some screaming/debating, another kill, repeat. So it wasn’t too much of a hard watch. It sure helped matters that it was a mucho nasty film (flesh made cookie…yuck) and that the murders were grisly with some being so over the top that they were very funny (hence clashing with the tone of the film but that’s another story). I was actually having an okay time on a very basic level (me likey seeing dumb broads get maimed) and I can see myself enjoying this garbage in a "so bad its good way" with beers and friends as back-up. Maybe one day. Finally I dug how the film capitalized on X-Mas ornaments, motifs, what not to evoke dread in its visuals…it cranked my dial.
All in all though my horror loving, cash dispensing friends, Black X-Mas was a flat, tension-less and shoddy slasher that delivered when it came to its body count and its un-intentional laughs and went limp-noodle like Michael Jackson surrounded by women for everything else. YAWN! NEXT!