If ever there were a case for a modern anti-hero, it would be Willie T. Soke, Billy Bob Thortonâs crass, miserable, and pathetic character from Terry Zwigoffâs “Bad Santa,”  Willieâs certainly the most miserable person youâve ever seen. An alcoholic who spends his days at childrenâs malls, dressed as Santa, and his nights chain smoking cigarettes and puking in garbage cans in dark alleys, he quickly makes the short list for loser of the year. That Thorton is able to play him with a degree of class, and that âBad Santaâ manages to actually pull at your heartstrings may be the uncanniest accomplishment of all. For whatever reason, âBad Santaâ works. Itâs disturbing, gross, and unforgivingâŚand youâll love every minute of it.
Willieâs sole compatriot in misery is Marcus (Tony Cox, “Me, Myself, and Irene,” a pint-sized man who has been running the same scam with Willie year after year: the two pose as Santa and his elf at local Christmas malls by day. By night, they rob the place blind, making tidy sums of money to hold them over for the next year. However, thereâs a problem. Marcus has grown tired of Willieâs increasing unpredictability, unsure of whether he will have sex with a woman in the mallâs dressing room or pee himself while children are telling him what they want for Christmas (he does both, in equal measure). However, the two have history, and Marcus calls Willie shortly before Christmas, and the two head to Phoenix to attempt to pull off yet another heist.
Itâs hard to characterize âBad Santaâ as a full-fledged comedy, though it does deliver some laugh out loud lines, although almost entirely at Willieâs detriment. Jokes at Willieâs clear alcoholism are consistent throughout, such as when he passes out in the mall, drunk, or wakes up in the morning and scoffs at a glass of orange juice handed to him, âwhatâs in it?â However, the film also jumps in and out of reality like a disjointed dream, as âSantaâ finds himself in one bizarre situation after another. One minute heâs drinking liquor in his dressing room at the mall, another heâs getting drunk at a bar and having sex in the front seat of his car with a beautiful woman (Lauren Graham, TVâs âGilmore Girlsâ), and the next heâs befriended a nerdy kid nobody likes and slowly learns to be the kidâs role model.
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Some familiar characters come in to support âBad Santaâ in unlikely places. For instance, we have John Ritter (who would die later that same year), playing a mall manager who seems to want to faint at the mere mention of anything tawdry or indecent. Cast alongside him, Bernie Mac plays âGinâ a security guard for the mall who takes an unhealthy interest in Willie and Marcusâ arrival. Unfortunately, the characters come in as little more than distractions. Ritterâs Bob Chipeska is intent on getting Willie fired for simply being Willie, while Macâs Gin seems not to care at all. God knows Willie and Marcus should have been in cuffs long ago; however the movie has different plans, both for them and for us.
A large chunk of the heart of âBad Santaâ belongs to the character dubbed simply âThe Kid,â here played by Brett Kelly (TVâs âMasters of Horrorâ), who is probably the only character more pathetic than Willie at the filmâs onset. However, a series of events cause him to grow on us, from The Kid rescuing Willie from a hateful stranger (“Office Space’s” Ajay Naidu), showing Willie his favorite Christmas item, a Nativity calendar, and making Willie a wooden pickle as a Christmas present. Sometimes The Kid is used as comic relief, as when he runs downstairs screaming âI cut my handâ and we see a gaping wound that clearly needs an ER visit. However, other scenes are tenderer and lend the film credit, as we learn he cut his hand while making Willieâs present.
Of course Billy Bob Thorton, who has appeared in dozens of movies showing capable performances such as âSling Bladeâ and âA Simple Plan,â does a good job here in making Willie a likable character. Thatâs a testament. In less capable hands, both Willie and âBad Santaâ had the ability to sink into the misery that accompanies gross-out films with no direction. âBad Santaâ is about a guy who grows up and learns to hate the world; however, along the way he finds just a few things that may teach him things may not be as awful as he thought. âYou need therapy. Years, and years of therapy,â Marcus chastises him after another drunken bout. Willie often finds that therapy at the bottom of a bottle. However he also finds it in unlikely places; and by the time he discovers it fully, right before the movieâs outrageous climax, audiences will have been rooting for it all along.
âBad Santaâ is a bizarre film. Is it a Christmas classic? I guess thatâs up to you. Most of its run-time is littered with âf-bombsâ and crassness, sandwiched in-between alcoholism and thievery. But the film is about more. âBad Santaâ exists to paint a portrayal of a character we would never in a million years go out of our way to root for, but begin doing so nonetheless. Itâs funny in places, and dramatic in others. A bit of an annoying and confused last act ending pulls its quality down slightly, but the film still manages to deliver a wrap-up that doesnât step on audienceâs nerves who have stuck through to the end. Should âBad Santaâ find its way into your hands this Christmas, youâll doubtless have a good time â provided the kids are tucked safely away in bed.
– by Mark Ziobro
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4 Comments
One of my favourite Christmas movies.
Good review. Even when the movie seems like it’s going to get soft and lose its edge, somehow, it steers clear of convention and keeps the harsh laughs coming, as mean as they may be.
Thanks Dan. Yeah, the movie definitely changes your idea of a standard comedy. It can be harsh, but it’s also somehow endearing at parts. Thorton does an amazing job.
This is a movie I always enjoy watching over the Christmas period, although not my favourite Festive film, it is a great one. Billy Bob Thornton stands out for me.