Day 8 of the David Hayes 12 Days of Christmas Crap Review-a-Palooza is here! Betcha thought I would quit before now, didn’t you? You don’t know me! Nobody knows me!
Oh, sorry. I think this project is getting under my skin. Not as much as that damn Little Drummer Boy song, but close.
On the eighth day of Christmas, the Head Cheese gave to me… four more days of crap, uugh.
I love ridiculous, slapstick comedy. Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin and Fatty Arbuckle are silent film geniuses. The best part of Mad Magazine was always Spy vs. Spy and Tom & Jerry holds a special place in my heart. Slapstick can be done well, it really can. Just not by Matthew Broderick and Danny DeVito. Although I can still feel the intense pain of watching the Americanized version of Godzilla starring Broderick, his turn as Ferris Bueller always had me, no matter what piece of crap I had just watched, feeling as though I liked the guy. Not anymore. Prior to this holiday travesty I felt that Danny DeVito could, quite possibly, do no wrong. He made the best choices as an actor and any project would benefit from his performance. Again, not anymore. There is only one film that could cause me to turn my back on two iconic American actors. One film that rips off, quite possibly, every other holiday film ever made in one fell swoop. Come with me, then, into the cozy little cabin. We’ll sit by the fire and I’ll tell you all about Deck the Halls… before we burn the DVD.
Buy Deck the Halls on DVD!