Bad Santa

Bad Santa

Time flew tonight, and I know exactly why. Due to alcohol consumption that I ended up getting engaged in, I did things that I the least fancied about, and did not get to do what I had really planned to get done, as it always would turn out when you wound up drinking. That is the reason that I do not drink aside from a money issue that I kept in mind once; I do not drink partly because a sensibility purpose, and more of partly because drinking all seems to be an endless series of wast, money, time and energy, or sex (that does not happen to me for the decipline for working), you name it. And it is becoming more of so to me nowadays. In other words, I am becoming more vigilant and taking control over everything as possible. Yes, I know I sound anal. I might be, and I find it funny provided I was the least that kind ten years ago.

So, I ended up in a bar, the one that miraclously lets you smoke after some hours, and I was with G, my friend (former live in partner, a long time ago), whose drinking habit actually has gone beyond my tolerance as it always did at some point of our relationship, so I might as well keep away from him as I occasionally needed to in the past. In the bar on seventh av. Bklyn, yes that one with GLBT community, they play movies, and today I happened to catch the least anticipated movies during the time when I was nursing a bit of drinks. The first one was 'Charlie Brown's Christmas' and the second was 'Bad Santa.' I unfortunately got quite sickened and frightened by the latter one, if absorbed enough to sit through by the end of it, and questioned G if he knew how the movie was accepted by the audiences when it was released.

I do remember when it came out, and do even remember Billy Bob and other casts talking about the movie in the talk shows late at night with brief clips of the film. However, I still wonder if people really found the movie any funny or amusing. This really fucked up person with a serious alcohol problem still kept on working for a series of santa gig tour for department stores, and where he ended up was in Arizona of the holiday season. He had no choice but with his dwarf business partner to team up to work. No matter how fucked up he was, or how horrendous his alcohol problem was, he magically acquired a nice girl friend (the mom of the Gilmore Girls, my favorite) and his petite admirer, a kid who was suffering for a bully problem perpetuated. Because of the bed and board the kid offered, the bad santa narrowly escaped a bust scene whatever he almost got into, while the santa fixed the bully problem for the kid to develop an unconventional healing session for both of them. Ultimately, the movie landed in a magical fairy tale after traveling a winding road.

It might be called 'a good movie', and odds are that was how the movie was received. Still, I could not laugh at all. Probably because this movie was too raw and the likelyhood it depicted struck me so close to the point of depressing. Because I just could not get over the idea how people could get out of control when they began spinning without knowing how to break out the viscious circle, and could you possibly laugh at it? I could not, and I knew what really was bothering me. The whole predicament and the sense of getting wasted were exactly the one I had with my husband. I could not laugh but got overwhelmed with the feeling of going down lower and lower during the whole time of the movie. But you can't blame me for being humorless. That's got nothing to do with any humor. The movie somehow ended with the hope the bad santa lived up to for all those who somehow loved him by trying to become lovable once in his life, which was to be really wonderful and touching, but I think it is naive and optimistic to believe the redemption in reality. What really happens is the oppsite of what the movie wanted to promote and/or to exploit. When a socially dysfunctional figure with addiction problem goes downward spiral, all you can do is to keep away. That is why the movie looked so sad sad sad to me. We have to let him fix the problem if you wish him the best. You cannot involve or expect anything, because you involvement makes the disease worsened. Some people try to get something like love from the dysfunctional situation and end up drowning with him falsely to believe they are sympathizing or redeeming him. No need to do so nor no happy ending like the movie really exists in this reality where the bad santa figure usually keeps drowning, and he is taking anybody who he could grab with him. I felt uneasy to see those who tohught of making a movie exploiting the sad state of a social misfit's going downward spiral, and people accepted it as a laughable production. This movie had got to bring really Merry Christmas, and I am not a Chiristian. Not even Jewish. Athiest.