It’s that time of year when we celebrate peace on Earth and goodwill to our fellow man so why am I chuckling at Santa Claus (STRANGER THING’s David Harbour) shoving a hand grenade down someone’s pants? Oh boy, am I a sucker for slapstick. It’s probably because I’m very wimpy and abhor confrontation in real life that cinematic violence hits me right in my funny bone and allows me to gleefully release all my repressed rage. VIOLENT NIGHT is a symphony of brutal bashings set to holiday music and remarkably, it also allows plenty of space for warm-hearted holiday sentiment. A movie that features EVIL DEAD-level carnage yet still gets me misty-eyed is exactly my cup of spiked cocoa. It’s a no-brainer that I’ll probably watch this flick every December until the day I die.
It’s Christmas Eve and the highly dysfunctional and partially estranged Lightstone family gathers together to lock horns and bicker about money with malicious matriarch Gertrude (a perfectly cast Beverly D’Angelo). Little do they know that the help they hired to serve them for the evening are masquerading mercenaries led by one “Mr. Scrooge” (Jon Leguizamo). Luckily for the Lightstones, everybody’s favorite home invader, Santa Claus is also in the house and plans to protect good-hearted daughter Trudy (Leah Brady) at all costs. It would be cruel to give away the plethora of ITCHY & SCRATCHY meets HOME ALONE booby-traps Scrooge’s hapless henchman are forced to endure and folly for me to attempt to estimate the impressive body count. Instead, I’ll simply say that VIOLENT NIGHT delivers over and over again just like Santa’s infinite bag of toys and if you’ve been good this year, you deserve to see it.