Review #171: Black Christmas (2006)
Thursday, December 28th, 2006Spoiler warning…um, there are spoilers.

As far as a slasher movie goes, this one was pretty cool. I mean, why do you see a slasher movie? The plot? No, you go for bloody, gruesome killings and there were plenty of those in here. The story was okay and the acting was painful, but that lends itself to some funny lines.
Sorority chick #1 to Sorority chick #2: “You don’t even have a sister!”
Old sorority chick looking for her dead sister: “Yes, she does.” (she means herself!)
hmmm…it’s funnier in the movie. All of the sisterhood stuff they blab about is.
I’m always suprised by who survives in these movies. It wasn’t Gretchen from Mean Girls. It wasn’t Jessica from Passions. I wasn’t Dawn from Buffy. It was some blonde chick I’ve never seen before. But Dawn eats it via a pair of ice skates and you see a nice shot of the wound on the back of her head. It’s pretty rad.
So, if you dig slasher movies with the good old formula of hot chicks getting sliced and diced, you won’t be disapointed. There are some more creative deaths like flesh christmas cookies and an improbable falling icicle through the eye, but mostly it’s just the killer hacking through the girls. There’s also enough of a plot to pop out a sequel, but I hope they don’t. The plot wouldn’t survive to the end of a second movie.


Shut your fucking mouths, you elitist fucks. I KNOW all your arguments against it and I agree with most of them but the site it merely a new social tool like anything else. I’ve stopped complaining about cell phones because I realised that it’s just the way society is shifting. Do the same thing, grow a little, and just ignore it if it bugs you that much. I mean, I hate babies and I just ignore them. Problem solved.



It’s perfect. I got it back in high school when it seemed a lot easier to find cool cheap clothes at thrift stores. I haven’t worn it in over 2 years because I left it in this van I was living in and it got some mold growing on it. Loving it so much, I kept it in a plastic bag away from everything else knowing that one day I would take care of it. I’m sure most of it is polyester. Today was that day. I put on some rubber gloves, sprayed it with Simple Green and scrubbed it im my bathroom sink. I then threw it in the wash.
Years ago I went to see Low play in San Francisco with my best frined KC. Opening for them was a band called The Danielson Familie. I’m sure we made fun of how they spelled it, but after hearing them we were nothing but in awe of them. I have since heard nearly all of their albums. They have changed the spelling of “family” a couple of times, Daniel, the lead man, put out a solo album under Brother Danielson, and now they dropped the “familie” altogether.
Jesus, this movie sucked. Halfway through I thought it could be good, but the ending was atrocious. The inclusion of a super-kid made me hate the world. Not even Parker Posey could have saved this movie, a misfortune that depleats my faith in mankind.