Most definitely, we are already lining up the likes of Muppets Christmas Carol and Home alone. What is your favourite holiday film ? Any hidden gems for the season you can recommend ? Stay out of the cold. :-)
" ... I was in this room, see, this big, huge dark room, and it was filled, every inch of it, with chairs, all of 'em facing one direction like, like a church maybe, only the chairs were facing a blank wall. Can ya imagine? A blank wall!
Suddenly the lights went out. I blinked my eyes trying to get 'em adjusted to the dark when the blank wall lit up, lit up, and whammo, there was sound from everywhere. And the wall wasn't blank anymore but instead ... instead there was everything on it, everything, everything you could ever think of, and more. Lots more. And smiling people, friendly, like ... like nobody you ever met. And they ... they wanted me. me. They beckoned, calling for me. I could barely make it out, but I could hear 'em, I could ... they were calling ...
The dream... "
The horror! The horror! What? What horror? That we're finally getting our just desserts. The underlying point of this branch of the monster family has been that we were the real monsters, with our big cities and armies and bombs, with our egos, we think we run this shit. Well, Ma Nature always has something bigger, something worser, something that'd eat all of our "we run this shit" stuff like a light appetizer. That was what the horror was: that we were gonna get it. And that avenging angel against our own insanity was humbly acted out by a big, unstable, ugly (yet charismatic), lizard from beneath the waves with blazing breath. There goes Toyko. Not so this time. This time our comeuppance by Ma Nature has been changed into some knight errant on a mission to save us (from a threat stolen lock, stock, and barrel from the Alien franchise!) lacking only a suit of glistening armor ... and his balls. A letdown.
I am ever suffused, watching a Wes Anderson film, with a feeling akin to watching Charlie Chaplin's tramp character working at eating a shoe: something horrible is being remarked on, yes, but in an inventive, comedic way wherein none of the sadness is lost. In this effort a cast worthy of a year's worth of late night talk shows obliquely note Europe's descent into WWII, the gulf between the haves (us) and the have nots(them), as well as the empty loneliness of both sides, and the redemption gained throughout all sorrow by something so bland and ordinary as friendship (however covert). In short, a wonderfully uplifting work.