"Do you think we might have a psychopath on our hands?" So asks one of the investigators in this holiday slasher film that opens with a Santa Claus at a holiday party stabbed with a giant spear through the back of the head that comes right out of his mouth without a ho ho ho attached. A British entry in the '80s genre of gruesome horror thrillers, probably the nadir in the career of 1950's matinee Idol Edmund Purdom, best known for playing "The Egyptian", and one of the most promising MGM stars of their last golden decade. He's the head of the investigation of the slaughter of London Santa's, gruesome murders that just keeps getting more horrific, giving proof to the dumb detectives query that I quote above.
Cheap and vulgar without much point other than to exploit the holidays, this is best watched with a giant eye roll and a huge mug of spiked eggnog. The film's heroine, the daughter of the first victim, runs around in a Mrs. Claus red cape with barely anything on underneath, encountering the creepy looking killer who brings maniacally at her as he brandishes a Jack the Ripper type slicing tool. This isn't bad simply because it uses the most popular holiday of the year as an excuse for its bad taste killings, but because it features some of the stupidest dialogue I've ever heard in a truly bad movie. The acting is insipid (including Purdom's), and the use of some really bad background music just makes it all the more unwatchable. Definitely not something I want stuck in my stocking, unless it's a sock that is ready for a landfill far away from me.
Cheap and vulgar without much point other than to exploit the holidays, this is best watched with a giant eye roll and a huge mug of spiked eggnog. The film's heroine, the daughter of the first victim, runs around in a Mrs. Claus red cape with barely anything on underneath, encountering the creepy looking killer who brings maniacally at her as he brandishes a Jack the Ripper type slicing tool. This isn't bad simply because it uses the most popular holiday of the year as an excuse for its bad taste killings, but because it features some of the stupidest dialogue I've ever heard in a truly bad movie. The acting is insipid (including Purdom's), and the use of some really bad background music just makes it all the more unwatchable. Definitely not something I want stuck in my stocking, unless it's a sock that is ready for a landfill far away from me.