IT’S JUST ONE HOUR UNTIL THE DAY ITSELF. We at Hollywood Hegemony hope that your stockings are crammed with goodies. But if it’s coal then at least you’ll have this Christmas gem to wake up to; our very own ‘analysis’ of Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas. So, merry Christmas to all, and to all a good nightmare.
Traditionally, ghosts are usually the anonymised remnants of souls who perished unjustly – who return, damaged and riled by the experience, to extol revenge from the living. They are the people who die in pain, misery and poverty, having been hounded to their graves – even in the modern day – by elites who see nothing monstrous in that – only normality. Elites who overthrow their own reason by refusing to acknowledge those forces inside themselves which they simply cannot understand – and who subsequently cannot foresee a backlash to their actions. And that’s why ghost stories like Whistle and I’ll Come to You are ever so essential ingredients to Christmas tradition – as a warning to those ‘more fortunate’.
In the final last minute instalment of advent goodness, Jack Brindelli looks at what the man himself says about the spirit of the season, looking at the animated film Father Christmas.
I’ve been recovering from flu over the festive period – so even though I’ve had so many glorious contributors from other writers over the past week, I am completely blooming knackered. But nothing my aching, moaning body has been through could be comparable to the suffering of one sacrificial seasonal figure. That’s right, our one and true miracle worker, a bearded bringer of peace and joy without whom the day could not happen. Father Christmas. What – Jesus – why would I want to talk about that new testament Bono? Continue reading
Let’s be honest, Christmas is rarely the season of peace and love it is billed as. Sometimes it can be a war-zone. Literally. All right well not literally, but in the 6th instalment of our Advent Calender series, Jeanette Karen tells us why 2012 flop Battleship is the perfect seasonal stress-buster this Christmas.
Ah, it’s Christmas time again, the season for eating some exceptionally terrible combinations of food and bankrupting ourselves to prove our love via the convenience of materialism, how joyous. All cynicism aside, I love this time of year, when else is it perfectly normal to eat chocolate for breakfast? Plus is the perfect time to just sit and watch films by fairy light and ignore that ever growing festive to do list. Continue reading
Sometimes films at this time of year shock us with a clever twist on the tired Yuletide formula. In the fifth of our Advent Calender’s selection of Christmas crackers Alex Francis reviews his favourite of these films, John Carpenter’s The Thing (Comes For Christmas).
I can still remember the first time I set down to watch it. It was the nineties, and, amongst discarded wrapping paper and boozy snoozing family members sat an enraptured little Franco boy, eyes wide with Christmas glee. While other girls and boys were watching Tim Allen grow a beard or the barely disguised burglary tutorial that is Home Alone, I was enjoying a very different kind of Xmas film. Continue reading
What’s this? What’s this? Jack Brindelli takes a brief look at another Jack’s efforts to subvert Christmas and why revolutionaries should all try and think outside the box sometimes, in our third Advent Calender instalment: The Nightmare Before Christmas.
This film was first screened as part of a “Christmas Chillers” double-bill by the Norfolk People’s Assembly, who also showed Hollywood Hegemony’s Halloween creation Witches and Bitches – which you can also see below…
Love, laughter and loneliness are all part of life during the Holidays, like it or not. In the third instalment of our Advent Calender series, writer Lucy Cowburn takes a look at the bitter-sweet The Apartment, and contrasts it with It’s a Wonderful Life to reveal an all-together less saccharine portrait of festive melancholia.
The Apartment is the story of C.C. Baxter, a low ranking employee at an insurance firm who hopes to further his career by lending out his flat to the company’s managers- and their mistresses. The trouble starts when Baxter discovers that one of these mistresses is his crush, Fran Kubelik. It’s a great love story, because it’s not one that can be resolved in the film’s running time and director Billy Wilder doesn’t even attempt to close off the narrative. More than this, though, it’s the only Christmas film I’ve seen that honestly deals with just how crushingly lonely the holidays can be. Continue reading