Dwight Dekeyser rating: BBB
Dear Friend:
Remember the intro to the television show The Outer Limits (1963-65)? Spooky voice, flashing sound waves, high-pitch ringing: “There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. (Blah, blah, blah.) You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery that reaches from the inner mind to The Outer Limits!” This movie could have used the same cold open. Or, at least, the warning outside the witch’s castle in The Wizard of Oz (1939), “I’d turn back if I were you!” This is no Hallmark Hall of Fame presentation (unless “you care enough to scare the very best.”) No Capra corn in this Christmas special and no Jimmy Stewart or Donna Reed, because It's [not] a Wonderful Life (1946). This movie is so rough no women are in it. It is what is referred to as an “all-male cast.”
Remember the intro to the television show The Outer Limits (1963-65)? Spooky voice, flashing sound waves, high-pitch ringing: “There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. (Blah, blah, blah.) You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery that reaches from the inner mind to The Outer Limits!” This movie could have used the same cold open. Or, at least, the warning outside the witch’s castle in The Wizard of Oz (1939), “I’d turn back if I were you!” This is no Hallmark Hall of Fame presentation (unless “you care enough to scare the very best.”) No Capra corn in this Christmas special and no Jimmy Stewart or Donna Reed, because It's [not] a Wonderful Life (1946). This movie is so rough no women are in it. It is what is referred to as an “all-male cast.”
How can I describe this movie? If you combined Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), Fargo (1996), Rosemary’s Baby (1968), and Night of the Living Dead (1968) you would be getting closer to understanding the nature of this unique [A] Christmas Carol (1843). (Dickens’ tale has nothing on this story for sheer supernatural suspense.) If your children could withstand the shock of seeing all the aforementioned pictures in a single sitting, by all means, take them to see Rare Exports. However, I suspect that the enjoyment of the movie might be compromised for the adults by the presence of the wee ones -- no endless “why?” questions. Besides, the film is in Finnish with English subtitles and shows (horrors!) full-frontal nudity. (Did I mention “all-male cast?”) Yes, I think this movie just might become a Christmas cult classic given enough exposure.
The film takes place above the Arctic Circle in Lapland, northern Finland on the Russian border. It not only sounds like the end of the Earth it is the end of the Earth. It’s December at the North Pole and not a Santa or elf to be seen – yet. The only reindeer in this movie get eaten by wolves. The scenery is so barren, frozen, and desolate it could have been the moon, but for the Appalachian shanties and battered pick-up trucks. The locals hunt big game by snowmobile and kids handle loaded rifles. It is the land of outhouses and hungry roaming wolves: humans are fair game in these woods. Villagers eke out a grim and grimy living in a hostile climate in a pitiless world. Survival is success itself. Christmas means a gingerbread cookie. But, even they have Santa.
On the Russian side of the border (a chain link fence) an American team of archeologists blasts away at the top of a mountain to see what is at its core. This fascinates a Finnish boy, Pietari (Onni Tommila), who sees the parallels of the excavation with his own Santa research. Pietari comes to the conclusion that the contemporary benevolent Father Christmas had much darker origins than modern children were ever told. His research leads him to believe that Santa had more to do with Satan that sainthood. The books that litter his bedroom uncover images of a sadistic and avenging Santa determined to exact corporal punishment on all children, naughty or nice. He is certain that the purpose for all the excavation is to uncover the ancient evil Santa buried by the Sami people thousands of years ago. His fears are confirmed once the children of the village start disappearing.
Sound like a tall tale? Well, it is. We’re talking Santa Claus now, please. (I told you this was The Outer Limits.) Never has the reputation of Santa been so maligned or redefined. You’ve heard of Bad Santa (2003); that was kid stuff. This is Satanic Santa or the anti-Christmas, if you will. The writers of this picture seemed to have incorporated Old Norse mythology or some dark Scandinavian folklore into our Holly Jolly Christmas to create a new legend of pedophile foreboding. Remember, the Brothers Grimm were pretty grim: the cannibalism of children in Hansel and Gretel (1812), was not much different from Rare Exports. (Did I mention gingerbread?)
The ending of this picture is a happy and heroic one for the boy. (Roald Dahl would have approved.) I won’t spoil it for you. However, you may be assured that no child was consumed in the making of this movie. The elves received vocational rehabilitation and were released to service an endless army of expectant exasperating children in department stores around the world every holiday season. (Sounds like a Scandinavian Socialist “experiment” to me.) I know I will never see a store Santa in the same light ever again. Let’s just hope the little dickens get what they deserve.
Here’s the trailer: http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi192256281/
From the vault: Rosemary’s Baby (1968), directed by Roman Polanski; starring, Mia Farrow, John Cassavetes, Ruth Gordon, and Sidney Blackmer. (Did I mention consuming children?) I never get tired of watching this movie. (Sharon Tate is in the Christmas party scene, “Are you alright?”) Satanists try to take over the lives of a young couple to produce the anti-Christ. What would you do? “Think about it, Rosemary.”
Best of luck in your movie selections. Your faithful friend,
Dwight Dekeyser
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