This is a hilariously bad spaghetti horror santa slasher.
Like...worst of the worst bad.
Everything in this seems to be purposefully horrible...the writing, the acting, the directing, the outdoor scenes, the gore...but particularly the acting.
The whole thing seems to have been made as some sort of vendetta, by the writer, for not having been considered a good enough actor for the screen.
In the story, a series of seemingly random murders are carried out on Christmas Eve, by a maniac in a santa costume.
We follow two friends- themselves dressed up like santas- as they are tending a charity donation booth...when they witness the murder of their friend's boyfriend.
The police have no leads...despite being toyed with by the killer...who has even killed the lead detective's wife.
Ultimately leading to the final twist of the film, which makes literally no sense whatsoever.
In fact, it's not even possible...if you consider anything that happened earlier on in the film.
Making it one of those so bad it's funny (not good, in any stretch) films that will have you laughing at the sheer stupidity of it all.
The best parts are the self reflexive elements of Steve's storyline (where the writer has the character poke fun at his lack of acting talent); how everyone was cast below and forced to act under Steve; and how they tried to justify the bizarre and simply impossible twist...by saying the killer's voice was going back and forth from being male and female (when it was always a male voice).
Also, the whole thing is quite literally dark.
So dark, sometimes, you can't even see what the hell is going on.
But that is probably for the better anyways.
Cause the gore sucks.
Like everything else in this atrocity...which is only fit for cinemasochists.
2.5 out of 10.
