The Night That Krampus Saved Christmas

Merry Christmas kindertots! My plan today is to watch MICHAEL DOUGHERTY’s KRAMPUS (2015) over and over again in a perpetual A CHRISTMAS STORY-style loop! KRAMPUS was my very favorite movie last year and now somehow I am miraculously discovering that I enjoy it even more than I previously thought! How is that possible? Why, it gets better with each view! To tell ya the truth, I was having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year on account of the weather sucking and the world stinking and people everywhere being horrible. But that’s exactly what makes KRAMPUS even better and more relevant than it was last year!

KRAMPUS begins as a stocking full of Xmas angst and soulless consumerism and the type of familial division that our entire country seems to be suffering from right now. It’s one relatable shit-storm after another even before the nightmare shenanigans begin. I won’t give any more away for those who haven’t seen it but suffice to say that after the parade of horror has passed, what’s left standing is a sturdy reminder to stand your ground, not allow anyone to crush your spirit and maybe give other people a break every once in a while too. Don’t worry! It’s also very creepy and very weird and pretty damn scary in places too. When KRAMPUS first shows up and he’s hopping across the rooftops, I get an ice blast down my spine every time. In any case, watching KRAMPUS late last night with cats and vodka put me in the mood I needed to be in and not a minute too soon. Henceforth I shall refer to it as the night that KRAMPUS saved Christmas (with maybe a little help from that vodka). Here’s hoping everybody has a stellar day. May the road rise with you and may you always have the upper hand in any interactions with gingerbread men.

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