|Olivia Hussey, the original Final Girl, in Black Christmas (1974).|
How do you celebrate the holiday season? If you answer with anything other than, "Why, watch Black Christmas, of course!" then you need to reconsider your priorities.
Okay, I understand we all have family obligations this time of year. Still, I implore you to take some time out and watch this 1974 cult classic, considered by many to be the birth of the slasher film genre. I wrote about it for The After Movie Diner this week, but the long and the short of it is this: I've seen an awful lot of slasher movies in my lifetime (I'm a child of the 1970s and 1980s, after all), and while several have been as good as Black Christmas, none have been better. I've long held John Carpenter's Halloween as the gold standard for horror/slasher movies, but now I'd slot Black Christmas in right alongside it. Amazingly I hadn't seen the film before this year. Oh I'd been hearing about and have meant to see it since I was a teenager, at least. Why it took so long is beyond me, but thank goodness I finally saw it. A taut, suspenseful, terrifying thrill ride of a film, it set an awfully high bar for the genre, one that most of its predecessors would never equal.
If you follow this blog then you know I recently reread Ursula K. Le Guin's masterwork of science fiction, The Left Hand of Darkness. I contributed an article about the book as part of Sequart's Sci-Fi Week. All this week, in the buildup to the release of Rogue One, Sequart is publishing articles and essays on any and everything related to sci-fi. Check back with them every day this week for new content.