If you’ve read some of my other posts you’ll know I love horror films. As much as I want to like them on an individual basis, the majority (in my experience), are quite shockingly bad. Some are truly great, think An American Werewolf in London, others are genuinely frightening like The Descent. I’m the first to admit that a disproportionate number of horror films are bad. Some are just painfully awful and others are so bad they’re good. It’s for that reason that I’ve decided to start a strand entitled ‘bad horror’ and here’s my first entry.
Now the festive season is fully underway it seems appropriate that the first subject has a Christmas theme. The original Black Christmas, filmed in 1974, was a low-budget, low body count sorority house slasher flick with a mysterious killer whose identity and motives are never known. The 2006 remake, well, it’s more of a re-imagining, really (minus the imagination) is very different. It’s still set in a sorority house on the eve of the Christmas break, there’s still a salty house mother, a group of vacuous, bratty girls and a killer but that’s just about where the similarities end.
Black Christmas 2006 goes to great pains to explain events, as an adult might explain a complex idea to a small child. There’s no room for speculation or doubt, we know all about the killer, his back story and why he kills. There’s absolutely no risk that you might have to engage your brain, here. Phew, what a relief!
There are several vaguely familiar faces here – I recognised one of the sun-bed victims from Final Destination 76, Die Hard’s daughter and Buffy’s sister. Their acting is universally third-rate throughout, the characters are totally lacking in character and the dialogue is, for the most part, pure valley girl.
There’s really not much to justify the existence for Black Christmas (2006) and as far as I’m concerned, this is horror that’s so bad it’s just bad.