Studio: Terror Films
Director: Jake Helgren
Writer: Jake Helgren
Producer: Autumn Federici, James Black, Jake Helgren
Stars: Skye Coyne, Colin Koth, Kim Whalen, Adam Bucci, Ali Zahiri, Benedikt Sebastian, Christina DeRosa, Shani Marq, Coel Mahal, Liz Fenning
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Summary:
A masked murderer disguised as Ebeneezer Scrooge stalks a reunited group of former college friends, all of whom have a connection to a tragic death in their past.
Review:
Like Winnie-the-Pooh and Mickey Mouse, Charles Dickens’s classic Christmas character Ebeneezer Scrooge is a public domain property. Limited only by the extent of one’s imagination, anyone and everyone is legally free to take as much as they want out of “A Christmas Carol” and do with it as they please.
Presented with endless creative possibilities, what do the makers of “The Naughty List of Mr. Scrooge” decide to do with ol’ Ebeneezer? They merely make him into a mask for a modern-day murderer to wear as he slashes and bashes his way through estranged college friends gathered for a holiday party. Eh. Perhaps that’s marginally preferable to reimagining him in his original element as a supernatural serial killer like the other two names above. At least everyone’s favorite yuletide miser hasn’t boarded that beaten-path bandwagon… yet.
A low-grade slasher flick through and through, “The Naughty List of Mr. Scrooge” sets itself up as a “Clue”-style whodunit. It’s been ten years since a tragedy took the life of one of their own, so some former friends from Drake University are due for a reunion, and they each have a particular personality to portray. Promiscuous partier Chandler makes for the perfect socialite to host their merry affair. While Tucker plays the part of Chandler’s gay best friend, flamed-out ballplayer Julian fills the role of Chandler’s former flame. Resident good girl Tabby brought her new actor boyfriend Jonny along, making it his first time meeting folks like Tabby’s old bestie Kelsey, a gossipy gal who loves spilling tea. There’s also Chandler’s house manager Marty and personal chef Roma, just in case the potential suspect plate feels light on its overserved helping of herring.
With everyone assembled, the event gets underway. First up comes an exchange of “Secret Scrooge” gifts, except it seems someone sinister took over the tradition this year. Each person’s package contains an intimate item along with a taunting poem tailored to their share of blame in Tabby’s former fiancé’s supposed suicide. Whoever wrapped these presents appears to have more than one score to settle. And he plans on getting even the only way horror movie psychos know how: with an overcomplicated, gimmick-heavy plan that’s highly dependent on people being left alone at inopportune times, all while the Scrooge-costumed killer manages to carefully maneuver without anyone ever noticing anything.
Naturally, “The Naughty List of Mr. Scrooge” doesn’t make a lick of logical sense. The only reason why a viewer might not immediately identify the culprit would be because they haven’t seen similar slashers where, well, I’ll omit the dead giveaways just in case. The film still has one or two ridiculous tricks up its sleeve when it comes time for the villain to deliver his “explain everything” speech. Let’s just say, veteran fright fans should be well versed in this particular plot as well as these particular motivations.
If you want a slasher movie on any level between “Terrifier” and “Scream,” “The Naughty List of Mr. Scrooge” isn’t going to do the job. It’s a microbudget movie featuring unfamiliar faces playing single-dimension characters charting predictable paths through a single set.
Okay. But what if you’re aware of the indie aesthetic and normally have no major hangups with formulaic kills and rough-around-some-edges production value? Then how does “The Naughty List of Mr. Scrooge” hold up as holiday horror? Well, it has door-mounted wreaths, twinkling lights, decorated trees, Santa costumes, a little snow on the ground, and “Deck the Halls” playing in the background. At a minimum, you’ll get some festiveness with your bloodied bodies and dodgy decapitations.
I will say this in the film’s favor: the actors aren’t the usual assortment of friends and family freshmen. They’re not names you’ll recognize, but they have previous experience on professional productions. You’re unlikely to recognize any of those titles either, but at least we’re dealing with performers who know how to hit their marks, don’t deliver lines like they saw the script for the first time two minutes ago, and are fronted by an unexpectedly appealing lead who brings a strong Jessica Harper vibe to the movie.
I don’t recommend “The Naughty List of Mr. Scrooge” except maybe as a light lark for when there’s too much fireside brandy in your belly and you don’t really care what’s on TV. Although in the spirit of the season of giving, I’ll award a split 50/100 score since the film’s very visible effort rises a snowman’s head and shoulders above what we often see at this lower level of homebrewed horror. Granted, that bar sits on the cellar floor, but compared to the pointless pap Winnie and Mickey are put through nowadays, crude Scrooge ends up looking as noble as Charles Foster Kane in this one.
Review Score: 50
It assumes everyone watching must be a dimwit too dense to understand how the most basic storytelling concepts work.