I declare sacrilege.
The original is one of the greatest holiday movies of all time. Directed by acclaimed director Terry Zwigoff over a decade ago, it was hilarious and sad in the best ways and featured great performances from the once consistent Billy Bob Thornton as the title character, if Charles Bukowski was reincarnated without literary talent and had to resort to burglary to feed his vices, and Tony Cox in a breakout performance which for unknown reasons hasn’t made him as much a household name as Peter Dinklage, and one of the most sad sack sympathetic abused characters in the child character with the unfortunate name of Thurman Murman, which when revealed later in the movie actually came as a shock despite how bullied he was by the skater boys.
Well, as is want in this era of film production, actually in the last 20 years this has been going on like the decline of the great barrier reef, the belated unnecessary sequel has been released. Since I don’t have money to go see this and rather spend ninety minutes watching paint dry or an actual good movie on the VCR I still own, I prefer to take the liberty to denounce this without actually seeing it. Really why bother when theaters are shutting down and the majority of releases are cynical garbage like this and comic book adaptations, and the infinite Star Wars franchise. Because I am secure in the knowledge that this abomination was only made because of the yearly viral, as in virus, outbreak of the wretched millenial drunken vagrant parade that is Santacon. A vile event where binge drinking, yelling and vomiting douchebags and douchehags dressed up in kringle drag roam the streets of NYC, preferably the east village and Williamsburgh since that’s where the flurry of liquor licenses doled by the city have been sent, and run around roughshod without a hint of repression by our local cops sworn to protect us and this thing called “quality of life” which was referred to incessantly during “Giuliani Time” in the 90’s and to justify the failure of “stop and frisk”.
It’s amazing, even still, that behavior like this continues to terrorize locals when the only time that the NYPD is used for crowd control in comparison is when people assemble to protest, which as is our right and they get the military oppression treatment ,when these protections like the sheilds and clubs used would be more useful and justified on a brigade of obnoxious drunks in their 20’s and 30’s.
Oh, well, I guess there are priorities. For the santa-conners frivolously spend money and protesters don’t buy anything at all. Since money is legally declared speech, inebriated screaming and yelling matters more than the speech that is free, even if it contains bile and chunks.