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Offensive dark Comedy
Review date: 2008-05-14 Rating: 10 out of 10
For those of us who can't quite get into the Christmas spirit, "Bad Santa" is a massive preemptive strike against all of the insufferable sentimentality we're going to be subjected to a few months from now. This movie is every bit as entertaining and funny as "School Of Rock," but where "School Of Rock" succeeded through the overwhelming weight of its good intentions, "Bad Santa" (its moderately heartwarming ending notwithstanding) is all about bad intentions. This movie, especially in its powerhouse first half, displays such a commitment to mean-spiritedness that you can't help but love it.
Billy Bob Thornton's safe-cracking department-store Santa Willie is the epitome of ugliness, all the more so because he commits much of his mayhem in his work outfit. Early on we see him getting drunk and throwing up in an alley, and from there he remains in the gutter for much of the movie. He chain smokes, he wets himself in his chair, he fornicates in a dressing room, and above all, he swears. I don't find profanity inherently funny, but Thornton's acid tongue manages to turn four-letter words into weapons of unimaginable destructive power. More than anything I've seen since the "South Park" movie, "Bad Santa" manages to elevate nasty language into an art form.
Even in its moments of humanity, the movie doesn't aim too high. Willie does have a love interest, but not quite in the conventional sense: intead, it's a young bar waitress with a Santa fetish who demands that Willie wear his stocking cap during coupling. Willie also finds some meaning in his life by striking up an offbeat friendship with a fat, bullied kid named Thurman, a bond that manifests itself in one unforgettable scene when Willie beats the living hell out of the teen skateboarder who gave Thurman a black eye.
Even though it's Thornton's show, "Bad Santa" also benefits from a top-notch supporting cast. In his last film role, the late John Ritter is the picture of ineffectualism as the mall manager; Bernie Mac is admirably slimy as the self-interested security chief; and the three-foot-tall Tony Cox belies his small size with a scene-stealing performance as Willie's "elf" and partner in crime.
"Bad Santa" doesn't have an enormous level of plot development, but then it doesn't really need much. What's really important is the way the movie's cynicism slices and dices the sugary "cheer" (which is often cynical itself) that typically accompanies the holiday season. Christmas isn't all about irritating songs and people rioting in department stores over cheap presents, and we all owe a debt to "Bad Santa" for dumping a little snow on the parade.
Alcoholic safe-breaker Willie (Billy Bob Thornton) uses his cover as a department store Santa to rob the very same stores, this year his plans are thrown into jeopardy by a small stupid child and a greedy security guard. The film spends its course riffing off the idea that rather than Santa being an avuncular, cheery, rotund old guy, he is in fact an unreformed drunk with a taste for loose women.
In an attempt to take advantage of the aforementioned stupid small child, by moving into his house, Willie becomes unwittingly drawn into his life. This leads to a series of situations (including a genuinely hilarious three way fight with Willie's partner in crime, who happens to be a midget) that gradually transform Willie and allow him to develop some real relationships. That this is done without ever heading for the sickly sweet scenes that tend to dominate the usual Christmas movie drivel is impressive in itself, that it remains funny and even shocking right up to the end (where youngsters witness the police shooting down santa on Christmas eve) is a minor miracle.
It is worth noting that the film isn't without its downsides, it occasionally veers towards unwanted levels of puerility, and Bernie Mac is truly terrible as the security guard attempting to muscle in on the scam. However, these are minor quibbles with what is without a doubt the funniest, blackest comedy of 2004.
In line with Hollywood and general Christmas type of stories, all well that ends well, and that is probably the best part of this film. Yes, you guessed the end credits.