The Christmas Story has to be one of the worst movies ever. There's nothing remotely funny about a kid who has an obsession with a shitty little BB gun, a husband who treats a lamp as pornography and has no appreciation for the body of a real woman, namely his wife (misogyny), or a kid who almost loses his tongue on a pole, or relatives who give shitty Christmas presents, a mother artificially turning her kid in a walking Kodak moment (the fucking bunny suit), the hypocrisy of parents' policies on 'cuss words,' other kids getting the shit beat out of them for taking the fall (child abuse)... none of it was funny. Not one bit.
Perhaps if I saw it now, as an adult, I could appreciate the dark humor. But as a kid it kind of messed me up.
I have to disagree, it's my favorite x-mas movie too. How many other x-mas movies feature live screwball family life without the tawdry excess of dripping sap?
Bush in a bunny suit eh? Do I smell hassenpfeffer?
I had the (mis)fortune to have read the book first, which made the movie just so-so. Jean Shepard's (sp?) In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash, about growing up in a thinly disguised Hammond, IN, is one of the funniest reads ever.
The Christmas Story has to be one of the worst movies ever. There's nothing remotely funny about a kid who has an obsession with a shitty little BB gun, a husband who treats a lamp as pornography and has no appreciation for the body of a real woman, namely his wife (misogyny), or a kid who almost loses his tongue on a pole, or relatives who give shitty Christmas presents, a mother artificially turning her kid in a walking Kodak moment (the fucking bunny suit), the hypocrisy of parents' policies on 'cuss words,' other kids getting the shit beat out of them for taking the fall (child abuse)... none of it was funny. Not one bit.
Perhaps if I saw it now, as an adult, I could appreciate the dark humor. But as a kid it kind of messed me up.
I have to disagree, it's my favorite x-mas movie too. How many other x-mas movies feature live screwball family life without the tawdry excess of dripping sap?
Bush in a bunny suit eh? Do I smell hassenpfeffer?
I had the (mis)fortune to have read the book first, which made the movie just so-so. Jean Shepard's (sp?) In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash, about growing up in a thinly disguised Hammond, IN, is one of the funniest reads ever.