It always amazes me what drivel the studios turn out at year’s end to scrape a few more bucks together. I often think that I should just make a indie Christmas film, which I gotta believe would be at least five times as good as what currently serves as cinematic cheer. The plan would be to make it on a modest budget and *gasp* focus on a story that doesn’t revolve around people getting Christmas trees shoved up their asses. I am only further encouraged when startlingly terrible films like last week’s Deck the Halls or recent gems like Christmas With the Kranks can actually fetch millions, despite a mountain of bad reviews, based almost solely on the fact that people are swept up in the holiday spirit.
Granted, I have no illusions about the studios’ good intentions, or the integrity of Hollywood in general, but I can’t think of any mainstream film genre where the bar is set so ridiculously low, and the return so undeservedly high. I’ll take a full day of A Christmas Story any year.
So, let’s make a Christmas movie, and we can all split the millions we are sure to rake in from a healthy box office. What shall our story be about?