A Christmas Story
Directed by Bob Clark
I really hate Christmas movies and this film really is the season's original sin. I don't know why, but I really want to punch this kid in the face, which is an impulse I shall reflect on at a later date.
Ralphie (ugh, this boy even has an obnoxious name) wants a Red Ryder BB Gun more than anything for Christmas. He also has the typical adventures that a young boy in 1940s would have. Obviously a very relatable concept for me. Did I mention I hate Christmas movies?
This film relies so heavily on nostalgia that if you weren't a child during the post Depression era, the movie just misses. The filmmakers are so busy nudging and winking at you that you can't even enjoy it as a little snapshot of another time. It just felt like one long inside joke that I wasn't in on.
Still, it could be a perfectly fine film if you can identify with that era or even if you are watching with someone who can. And if you can stand...*shivers*...Ralphie.
Bob Clark and his son were killed by a drunk driver in 2007.