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Scream Queens***

What puzzled me most about the developing episode of Hell Week, as opposed to the Pilot episode, was the subservience accepted by the independent and initially defiant Kappa hopefuls played by Skyler Samuels and Keke Palmer. Skyler is the final girl, the pleasant, dignified, strong protagonist with a solid relationship with her widower father played by Oliver Hudson. Palmer is the take-no-shit, attitudinal friend to Skyler who decides, against her better judgement, to follow her to KKT. Both appear to be set up as antagonists to the old mistreatment through sorority hazing, Kevlar against Chanel and her sock puppet suckups played by the likes of Abigail Breslin, Billie Lourd, and Ariana Grande. Grande put in basically a cameo in Pilot because she is introduced to the devil and meets hell. Skyler as Grace, hoping to bring class and integrity back to KKT, seems like the perfect candidate to valiantly defy and resist the Chanels and proclaim victory. With a tough ally in Palmer's Zay…

Scream Queens**

Hell Week ended on an intriguing note. The slasher film prides itself on the twist, the surprise that takes you aback, with a character or two revealed as more than he or she appears. Nick Jonas has primarily been a minor secondary character among the vast ensemble. What a series can do, that a film often can't, is grow characters and develop them beyond just background shadows and bit players, allowing the chance to initially see them one way, as a caricature or genre stereotype, with that merely serving as an introduction, a starting point. The clay that hasn't been molded completely. Jonas is Boone Clemens, frat brother to the narcissistic Chad who realizes he's gay. When Boone wants to lay in bed with Chad both speak on a different time when a sexual attempt was made. When Chanel barges in to apologise for breaking up with Chad, she sees the two of them, but Chad downplays it because he is so completely full of himself, he calls her out as homophobic and that he can…

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Black Christmas: A Novel

 Because I just couldn't stop fucking writing...

I was looking through the last few years of Decembers and I was startled to notice that I hadn’t written an official review for Bob Clark’s Black Christmas (1974). It is a film I think is one of the best horror films of the 70s, not just of the seasonal killer-in-the-house variety. I think Clark left a great legacy behind him with three very interesting horror films, a wonderful Sherlock Holmes film, three raunchy and lovable sex comedies, and a beloved Christmas family film. And yes, there were some ill-advised and regrettably ill-conceived “Baby Genius” movies that didn’t bookend his career on the right note. But I think Black Christmas, among others, is one hell of a way to start early in your career. Some gripe and complain about the use of humor in Black Christmas, but I think there’s some real genius in the way he balances it all. Look at how the girls of the sorority give their denmother a gown as a present (for which she tru…