While it’s true that we’re a generally a non-traditional bunch, Christmas has always been something of a special time here at Midnight Mass HQ. Beyond the fact that the holiday signifies the birthday of Peaches’ most fierce relative, we tend to appreciate the season for its ability to bring people together to celebrate in warmth and good cheer.
However, you need not worry that we’ve somehow gone soft on you. We’re still very much a merry bunch of miscreants, and one of the reasons we love Christmas so much is for the overwhelming abundance of seasonal scare films. For regular devotees of both the site and Peaches’ live shows, it’s a well-known fact that the only thing we like better than a white Christmas is a bloody one. With past stage show extravaganza presentations of films like Christmas Evil, Edward Scissorhands, and The Shining, Peaches has given the denizens of San Francisco a bevy of gore-soaked holidays spectaculars to rival the Rockettes. Furthermore, in addition to participating in some of the aforementioned shows, I have (to a much lesser degree) attempted to carry on this celebration in an annual Christmas article highlighting some of horror cinema’s finer festive frights. In previous years, I’ve treated you to a Silent Night, Deadly Night franchise retrospective, provided you with “the most comprehensive interview in existence” with Christmas Evil director Lewis Jackson (his words), and done a variety of re-caps of Peaches’ live holiday shows.
This year, I want to go back to basics and talk to you a little bit about a man who, for many, is the very embodiment of Christmas cinema.