Some Coal For Your Stocking?: Get a load of some of the icons of Christmas anti-cheer. Above, Martin Short proves he actually can do wrong, as Jack Frost.
"Are you employed, Mr. Lebowski?"
"Ho ho ho!" David Huddleston goes big in two ways.
As memorable and accomplished a performance as it was, Billy Bob Thornton's characterization of a Bad Santa really was truly unpleasant. Brrr.
A very particular blend of Mexican nightmare fuel. Help me, you-know-who.
Full loss of the will to live.
Hey! It's The Last Topics Of The Year: Wowsers! And since next year I'm resolving to stay out, more or less, of other film writers'/bloggers' sandboxes, maybe now's the time to unload for the last time. Or not. I'm torn. Also, I have other stuff to do.
I will note that, coming in just under the wire, that Jeff Wells has come up with the Wellsism of the year, if not the decade, which reads, in full: "Eat shit, Christian asshole!"
And that every time today that a little angel pops up over my shoulder and says, "Glenn, you ought to do the Christian thing and congratulate Karina Longworth on achieving the position of film editor at the LA Weekly," another little man, who looks rather like the figure rearing back from Kristobal Kringle in the lobby card for the Mexican Santa Claus, pops up over my other shoulder and hisses, "Eat shit, Christian asshole!" Is it just me, or is it kind of weird that, after hearing/reading for umpteen months in umpteen forums that the internet is the future of film culture/film criticism, so many are so excited that a blogger has gotten a job at a print publication? Once again, I ask the pesky question: "What does it all mean?"
All right, enough. If there are still any poor souls out there today trawling the blogosphere who happen upon this post, do let me know what you'd like to see from "Topics" in the next year. And Merry Christmas!