Red Christmas

Craig Anderson's Red Christmas isn't exactly a lump of coal in your stocking, but neither is it worth waking up early for on the big day.

Mostly, it's a tightly constructed, unapologetically nasty little thriller, given depth and weight by Wallace's interpretation of a sweet woman suffering for her past.

Gory and offensive, but lacking in the scare department.

An energetic, candy-colored romp through genre tropes that manages to take its subject matter seriously while poking fun at itself at the same time.

One of the most beautifully lit and photographed horror films since Dario Argento's Suspiria.

Overall Red Christmas provides much more in the way of balanced perspective and nuance than many a serious drama on the subject.

"Red Christmas" avoids complete tastelessness due to Wallace's sincerity, and it's a shame she isn't the sole focus of the film.

Red Christmas is solely for those horror fans who enjoy cheap, CHEAP thrills and low budget fodder (and hopefully a ton of spiked eggnog).

It's not fun. It's not frightening. It's just f*cked.

Craig Anderson doesn't always hit the marks he's aiming for, but he certainly gives his distinctive brand of seasonal, blood-splashed mayhem a spirited try.

Craig Anderson's Red Christmas is more Bob Clark's Black Christmas than Michael Curtiz's White Christmas.

a calendar slasher... while there is much good humour in the script, you will not be laughing by the end at its deadly serious engagement with a moral dilemma that has plagued the culture wars of the last half-century.