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With 7 days ’til Christmas, a publicist sent to me…

The House Without A Christmas Tree.

If you can trust the box art for this particular DVD, then we’ve finally been gifted with the long-awaited release of a cherished holiday classic; as for me, I wasn’t familiar with the film…or if I once was, my memories of it didn’t stick with me for the long haul…but having now watched it, I can say that there’s probably a fair amount of truth in that advertising.

Addie (Lisa Lucas) is 10 years old and really, really, really wants a Christmas tree; unfortunately, her dad, James (Jason Robards), refuses to have one in his house. No, he’s not being a jerk…well, not intentionally, anyway. He’s still mourning the death of his wife, who died within weeks of Addie’s birth, and he readily associates the holidays with how much his wife loved that time of the year; unfortunately, he also associates his daughter with his wife, and it continues to haunt him that, once upon a time, he wished that she’d died instead of her mother. As such, the Christmas season is generally a pretty low-key affair around their house…to say the least. But when Addie wins a Christmas tree in a contest at school – through a method her father taught her, no less – and James still throws a fit over having a tree in his house, resulting in Addie running off in tears, one is forced to wonder if father and daughter will ever be able to reconcile.

Say, this sure sounds like a merry Christmas movie, doesn’t it? Well, don’t worry: it wouldn’t be a holiday classic if things didn’t eventually turn out all right…but, then, you probably already figured that.

Robards’ performance is appropriately gruff when he’s dealing with Addie while being just sad enough for us to realize that, yeah, that’s a major emotional rollercoaster the guy’s on, and who’s to say we wouldn’t react similarly in that situation? Mildred Natwick plays Addie’s grandmother (and James’s mom) in a manner that will no doubt strike a chord in many of us, the way she walks that tightrope between wanting to make her granddaughter happy without damaging the relationship with her own child. Lisa Lucas is…well, she’s a kid. She’s an average 10-year-old little girl. She was never destined to win an Emmy for her work, but she does well enough.

“The House Without A Christmas Tree” was made in 1972, and it shows, but that’s a good thing, actually; the reason it shows is that it was filmed on video tape, and the result is that it tends to feel less like a movie and more like a play. There really aren’t many different locales involved – the family’s house, the school, a store, and another nearby family’s house – and the brief outdoor shots could easily be left out if anyone wanted to make this into a stage play. You may also recall that 1972 was the year “The Waltons” premiered, so don’t be surprised when you tune in to find that A) the story takes place in the 1940s, B) the goings-on are, by and large, pretty mundane by today’s standards, and C) there’s as much heartbreak as there is happiness.

But, like I said, things turn out all right in the end, and that’s what counts.

With 8 days ’til Christmas, a publicist sent to me…

The Johnny Cash Christmas Specials for 1976 and 1977.

Me and Johnny Cash go back a long way. One of my earliest music-related memories is sitting in my dad’s Ford pick-up truck and listening to an 8-track of “Live at Folsom Prison,” a fact which does a pretty decent between-the-lines job of indicating how old I am; in fact, it was probably right around the same time when these Christmas specials originally aired, although I don’t have any recollection of having watched them at the time. But between my dad and my grandfather, I’m sure at least one of them was watching ’em.

Funny how much difference a year makes, though. The ’76 special is apparently filmed at Johnny Cash’s house, as he brings in friends and family to celebrate the holiday and play some music; there are plenty of members of the Carter family in attendance, but also making appearances are Barbara Mandrell, Roy Clark, Merle Travis, and…Tony Orlando? Yes, sir. And not only is Orlando there, but he’s spurred to perform his signature number only after Johnny gives him a wink and a nudge and says, “Hey, you know what kind of tree that is, don’t ya, Tony?” Moments later, a yellow ribbon suddenly appears around it – tied in a neat bow, of course – and serves as the cue to start the music. It’s goofy as hell to see Johnny, June, and Tony Orlando walking arm in arm, singing such a severely schmaltzy number as this one, but it still inspires a smile rather than a groan. When Roy Clark shows up, he teams with Cash and Orlando for a medley of…Stephen Foster songs? As Christmas specials go, this really isn’t very Christmasy at all, frankly; there’s a season-appropriate sermon of sorts from Rev. Billy Graham toward the end of the show, but if you just look at the songs, the ratio of 3 Christmas songs to sixteen non-Christmas songs. But, y’know, it’s Johnny Cash, and you can let the Man in Black slide once in awhile.

Tony Orlando and his good friend, Santa,
now appearing together at Harrah’s Casino.

The ’77 special, though, is a whole other ball park…so much so, in fact, that one wonders if people kept asking Cash, “Johnny, how come you done you a Christmas special and didn’t hardly sing no Christmas songs?” This time around, it’s almost entirely about the holiday music, including Johnny and the Statler Brothers on “Blue Christmas,” a return visit from Roy Clark to help Johnny with “Here Comes Santa Claus” and “Frosty the Snow Man,” Jerry Lee Lewis’s piano-pumping take on “White Christmas,” and all-star versions of “Silent Night” and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.” It’s practically a Sun Records reunion, with Cash joined not only by Jerry Lee but also Carl Perkins and Roy Orbison. The middle of the special features each of them doing one of their signature numbers – Cash’s “Big River,” Orbison’s “Pretty Woman,” Perkins’ “Blue Suede Shoes,” and Jerry Lee’s “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” – and they all team up to pay tribute to their recently-deceased colleague, Elvis Presley, on a version of “This Train Is Bound For Glory.”

The grand finale of the show is a version of “Children Go Where I Send Thee,” where everybody – yes, everybody – takes a lead vocal at one point or another. The entire audience, from the floor seats all the way up to the balcony, is on its feet by the time it’s all over, and you’re liable to be as well. It’s really interesting to see how unabashedly religious Cash’s specials were, even if it’s sad to realize how little of that we see on TV anyone; everyone’s so damned afraid of offending someone else’s beliefs that it feels like we’re not even allowed to demonstrate our own.

Merry Christmas, Johnny. We still miss you down here, but you be sure to give our best to the big man, wouldja?

With 10 days ’til Christmas, a publicist sent to me…

A Flintstones Christmas Carol.

Man, I used to love me some “Flintstones” when I was a kid. Jenn and I were sitting on the couch this morning, watching this with our 2-year-old daughter, Ally, and once again, it came flooding back to me how many of the original episodes I must’ve sat through during my childhood. Every time I catch an episode on Boomerang, I’m invariably washed over by a wave of memories I didn’t realize; whether they’d schedule it early in the morning or immediately after I got out of school, I’d always camp in front of the TV and absorb every moment of “The Flintstones.” Yes, even the Great Gazoo years. (Dude, seriously, I fucking loved Gazoo. I don’t know why he gets hassled so much.)

Unfortunately, “A Flintstones Christmas Carol” isn’t from the show’s glory years; it was a 1994 TV movie, and, well, if you’ve ever caught any of the more recent Flintstones material, you know that things have been going steadily downhill since the original series. But, really, this is just a weird film all around, mostly because a surprising chunk of it stays steadfast and true to the original Charles Dickens story. The premise involves Fred playing the part of Ebeneezer Scrooge in a Bedrock production of “A Christmas Carol,” but his ego gets the best of him, and it gets to the point where his head’s so swelled that it barely fits through his dressing room door. Inevitably, it becomes a case of life imitating art, Fred realizes the error of his ways, and it’s just as happy an ending as you’d expect.

Unfortunately, Ally started getting antsy right around the point when Jacob Marbley (yes, you read that right) comes to visit Scrooge…and I couldn’t blame her, because it was deadly dull and barely anything like a “Flintstones” episode. So I started scrambling to figure out how to remedy the situation, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but the words “Bonus Episode” on the DVD box. And, bam, it was off to watch “Christmas Flintstone,” the episode from the original series where Fred takes a part-time job as a department store Santa, only to be drafted to replace the REAL Santa, who’s been waylayed by illness. Oh, it was great stuff…and Ally, bless her, was enthralled by it, snuggled up to her mama, watching every moment of it and, at the end, asking for “‘nother one.”

So, clearly, I’m not going to recommend “A Flintstones Christmas Carol” in and of itself, but if you find it for an inexpensive price, it’s worth picking up for that bonus episode. I might never watch the film again, but I’ll be breaking out “Christmas Flintstone” every year for the long haul.

With 11 days ’til Christmas, a publicist sent to me…

…The Munsters’ Scary Little Christmas.

What on earth possessed Universal to suddenly release this 1996 made-for-TV flick onto DVD for this holiday season? I mean, it’s not like they haven’t had a decade’s worth of Christmases to get it out there, and it’s not like the popularity of “The Munsters” has suddenly soared. Well, whatever the reason, it’s here now, so let’s take a look at it, shall we?

As you can probably tell from the cover art, that ain’t Fred Gwynne playing Herman Munster. It’s always a dicey proposition when you take iconic TV characters and recast them – sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t – and this wasn’t Universal’s first attempt to bring back “The Munsters.” Only a year earlier, they’d done a TV movie called “Here Come The Munsters” which featured Edward Herrmann as Herman (yes, the patriarch of the Gilmore family once sported green make-up and neck bolts), Veronica Hamel (“Hill Street Blues”) as Lily, Robert Morse (“Mad Men”) as Grandpa, and Christine Taylor (a.k.a. Mrs. Ben Stiller) as the family black sheep, Marilyn. Presumably, it did pretty well, since it quickly spawned a sequel, but for whatever reason, every single role was re-cast. In “Scary Little Christmas,” Herman’s played by Sam McMurray, who tends to pop up on various sitcoms as the boss who thinks he’s way cooler than he actually is (he played Doug’s supervisor on “The King of Queens” and Chandler’s boss on “Friends”); Lily is now portrayed by Ann Magnuson (“Anything But Love”), Grandpa by Sandy Baron (he was Jack Klompus, the retiree on “Seinfeld” who foolishly told Jerry he could keep his pen), and Marilyn by the crazy-hot Elaine Hendrix, who wears spectacularly short skirts…and wears them well.

Personally, I always preferred “The Addams Family” to “The Munsters.” The latter always drifted way too much into slapstick for my tastes…and, as expected, this flick is very much in keeping with that tradition. There are several storylines running throughout which echo classic material from the original series – Eddie’s depressed, Marilyn’s found a new guy, Grandpa’s having trouble getting an experiment to work right – and they’re interspersed with the holiday-themed plots, including a holiday house decorating contest and, most importantly, Grandpa accidentally bringing Santa and two of his elves into his laboratory. As Grandpa tries to get Santa and his elves back to the North Pole in time to make his rounds, the elves are more interested in going to a bar and partying, while a potion error turns Santa into – scout’s honor – a figgy pudding. The highlights include the inspired casting of Mary Woronov (Miss Togar in “Rock and Roll High School”) as the neighbor who desperately wants to beat the Munsters in the decorating contest, the underutilized plot thread of the Munsters’ Christmas party (every Universal monster you can think of makes a cameo at the party, but the funnier bits come earlier on, when they’re receiving their invitations), and, okay, those short skirts of Marilyn’s really were awesome.

It’s a fair bet that fans of the original series will just cry “blasphemy” and take a pass on this flick, and I can’t really blame them, but most kids will really enjoy it…and, yes, even the little kid in me was entertained enough to feel like it was worth my time to have watched it. Of course, the adult in me probably just kept watching because of Elaine Hendrix, but, c’mon, look deep into those gorgeous eyes and tell me you don’t suddenly feel a burst of Christmas spirit yourself.

Yeah, I know, I could’ve made a far more tasteless joke about feeling one’s Yule log stirring. But I do have some standards, you know.

Latest series coming to DVD that almost no-one cares about but me (as far as I know)

Am I wrong? Does anyone else remember this? It was a single-season wonder that aired on CBS, and it can’t possibly live up to my memories of it, but I really dug it at the time. You can read more about it here, but, basically, the series focused on Drak, Frankie, and Howler, descendants of Dracula, Frankenstein’s monster, and a werewolf (don’t ask me how the monster managed it), who decided to atone for their ancestors’ wrongdoings and unite as a superhero team called the Drak Pack. I’m sure my unabashed love of the Superfriends at the time had everything to do with why I loved it so much, but, c’mon, if you set aside the whole Frankenstein-spawning-an-heir thing, it’s a really cool concept, y’know?

Now, if someone would just release the live-action series “The Monster Squad” (no relation to the film of the same name), I’d really be happy.

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