“I fucking hate those goddamned things,” she spat. “All those Rankin/Bass cartoons and claymation things — I hate them.”
10 Zen Monkeys | The Evolution of the Christmas Special | By Steve Robles
Now, Gigi is one of the few people left in my peer group who, when presented with the name “Jesus,” still thinks of our Lord and Savior... so you can imagine my shock at her choice of words regarding these perennial chestnuts of network broadcasting.
“I fucking hate those goddamned things,” she spat. “All those Rankin/Bass cartoons and claymation things — I hate them.”... “Oh god, I hate Charlie Brown worst of all. He’s a total pussy, and Lucy is a little bitch who needs to get slapped.”
I took a strong quaff of my holiday porter and struggled to get my bearings. My whole universe had been upended. But her reasoning was rather compelling – she pointed out that each and every one of these specials was fucked up in its own way, and depressing as hell.
- A Charlie Brown Christmas – Charlie is ...crucified like The Big J himself for bringing back a tree not to their liking. ...
- Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer – ...A little bit more realism and Rudolph would have ended up a gay street hustler on Santa Monica Blvd. ...
- Frosty the Snowman –...it’s worthy of note simply because they manage to snuff out the main character. Of a Christmas special. Ouch.