I love this movie so much

Intense, gripping, stylish and poignant

Good idea lost in the noise

It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.

A guy in a Santa suit has sex with a woman in a filthy alley before they're both killed by a man in a grinning see-through mask. Another Santa ha shis head impaled by a spear while his daughter watches. And yet another has his face grilled while roasted chestnuts on an open fire.Scotland Yard inspector Ian Harris (Edmund Purdom, who wrote and directed this film as well as appearing in 2019: After the Fall of New York and Pieces) and detective Powell are perplexed. Plus, Harris just got a gift that says "Don't Open Till Christmas." They question Kate, whose father was a killed Santa, and her boyfriend, Cliff.The next day, Cliff tricks Kate into coming to a porn studio. She storms off and he takes photos of a model dressed as Santa. A pair of police officers spot them shooting nudes in public, so he runs and the killer finds her, but lets her go. Oh yeah - and there's a reporter named Giles digging around, too.Things get worse. A strip club attending Santa gets knifed. The police think Cliff is the killer and the paper Giles says he works for has no idea who he is. And another Santa runs into the London Dungeon (yes, the place The Misfits sang about) and gets killed.Even after undercover officers go after the Santa killer, they can't find him and are killed themselves. The killer has a stripper who was there on the night he killed the Santa in her club and says that she will be the supreme sacrifice to Christmas evil. And Caroline Munro (!) is on stage in a nightclub when a Santa is chased on stage and stabbed in the face with a machete. Another Santa is castrated soon after.It turns out that inspector Harris has no birth certificate and has gone on leave, disappearing to a mental asylum where Kate follows.It turns out that Giles is Harris' insane brother. Kate finds out first, bit she is strangled and stabbed while detective Powell listens. Then, Giles lures him to his doom, as he electrocutes him in a junkyard.Sherry escapes and Giles chases after her. She knocks him over a railing and he has a flashback of when he went insane: he caught his father, dressed as Santa, having sex with another woman. When his mother found out, Santa shoved her over a railing. But it's too late for Sherry, as Giles has survived.Finally, Harris wakes from a bad dream and unwraps his gift, complete with a card from his loving brother. It explodes, killing him and ending the film.What I have just done is written about this film in a way that will probably make you want to watch it. It's a slasher that even references Halloween in its opening credits. But it's no Halloween.According to tvtropes.com, "this utter sleazefest of a film is quite a jumbled and confused mess, and for good reason. While production began in 1982, the film remained in Development Hell for two years, due to the title of director continually changing hands; first up was Edmund Purdom (who also portrayed Inspector Harris) who walked off the set, prompting at least three or four others to fill in for him, with one only holding Purdom's former position for a mere two days before being fired."Whew. You got better things to do this Christmas. Trust me.

There are some very slight spoilers in this review, but nothing that could diminish your enjoyment of this terrible, inept movie.This movie belongs on anyone's list of favorite bad movies. The plot is beyond stupid, the acting is bad, the directing is incompetent even at the best of times, and the editing is even worse! As if all those things weren't bad enough, important scenes have been cut, but they're still referred to by the characters, leaving us confused and annoyed.The basic plot revolves around a psycho-killer who has a grudge against Santa Claus. He's killing every Santa that he sees, and there are no real clues, except for some mostly useless witnesses who talk about him having crazy eyes. Well, that's not much help. One of the more odd aspects of this movie is the fact that there really aren't any protagonists in the strictest sense. Instead, a stream of random characters are introduced, only to be forgotten, ignored, or abruptly killed off. As a form of experimental filmmaking, this could actually have been quite interesting. Unfortunately, I think this was the result of incompetence, rather than any desire to be artistic.Interestingly, the climax occurs between what was formerly a minor character and the psycho-killer. I'll give them credit for that; I doubt anyone was expecting that, but, given the lack of any true protagonists, it was pretty much inevitable. Regardless, it's a rather long and drawn-out affair, where the newly christened heroine fights off the antagonist, only to end so abruptly that you might be a bit taken aback. In a good movie, this can actually work. However, this is not a good movie. It's just yet another "wtf moment" in a movie chock full of them.Everything in this movie is bad. There are no redeeming qualities. However, it's so cheesy that sometimes you can't help but enjoy it, nonetheless. The music was just as bad as everything else, but it still brought back a bit of nostalgia for the synth-heavy days of the 1980s. All in all, I'd classify this as a laughably bad attempt at trying to rip off Dario Argento. I recommend it for Dario Argento fans (so that they can howl with laughter), bad movie fans, and people who are desperate for Christmas-themed horror movies. Be aware that there's lots of nudity and gore, though the gore is some of the most laughable that I've ever seen. It probably couldn't gross out a child.

All right. So the plot's something like this. There's some guy who goes around in random masks and he kills a bunch of people who dress up as Santa Claus. Scotland Yard tries to find him, but they really suck. The daughter of one of the Santa's he kills tries to find him and succeeds, but her deductions don't make any sense. Then everybody dies except for the serial killer. Merry Christmas. I knew this wasn't going to be pretty when they misspelled the name of the film in the opening credits. It's almost entirely made up of scenes that are so short and so all over the place that you really can't make any connection with what's going on. The movie would be really predictable (there's a sinister innocuous secondary character, like in Scooby Doo), except that it's impossible to keep track of everything that's happening, as it's completely random. None of the characters are particularly likable, and the scenes really could be arranged in any order. Nonetheless, some of the Santa deaths were fun. The castration was impressive, as was the guy who apparently soaks himself in gasoline before coming to work every day. Amusing, in a sort of god-awful way.

A terrible movie on many levels. The plot is absolutely ridiculous and outlandish. The acting mediocre at best. The premise involves people that dawn Santa costumes during the holidays being unceremoniously killed one by one. Therein lies the problem; lack of ceremony. A slasher movie without ceremony is like a romance film without a kiss. Santa after Santa is killed. However, we don't know who they are, we don't care, and suspense doesn't fit anywhere is this poorly constructed equation. The murders themselves are not doted on and lack any imagination whatsoever. Going back to the story line, logic is totally thrown out the window at every misstep. With an entire city under a terrifying siege, why on earth do people continuing to put on these ridiculous costumes, only to seemingly wander right into the hands of the killer? Had this been handled by a competent writer and director, not to mention the addition of a budget, any budget, there's actually potential to this very anemic holiday horror.