Don't Open Till Christmas
Picture the scene. During a Christmas party an old man is encouraged to dress up as Santa Claus, and host the festivities presently in full swing. Then suddenly, out of the blue, the same old man is stabbed in the chest in front of everybody's eyes. Without anyone truly knowing who has committed this grizzly deed.
But do you know what? This man isn't the only Santa that's been murdered tonight! One was a chestnut vendor burning the oil. And another was a drunken stoop out and about. Heck, even a nude model draped in a festive cape -- named Sharon (Pat Astley) -- gets confronted by this masked perpetrator the very next day!
Who could this murderer be though? Surely not the daughter of one of his victims, Kate Briosky (Belinda Mayne)! She looks like a comely lass with her head firmly on her shoulders. But maybe it's her boyfriend, Cliff Boyd (Gerry Sundquist)? Because he does know quite a few dubious characters here and there. Better yet, could it possibly be the Inspector assigned to this case, Ian Harris (Edmund Purdom)? As this fact was alluded to his second in command, Sergeant Powell (Mark Jones), by a funny looking journalist called Giles (
)! Alan Lake
Well, whatever the case may be, that's most probably why what next transpires begins when a stripper gets whisked away. As suspicions are aroused - Father Christmas is re-housed - a hoe gets' up and go - and the ending of this film is no ho-ho-ho.
Now when I first came across 'Don't Open Till Christmas', I thought that it would be a good film to review for this fine Yuletide day. Well, it felt appropriate somehow. And a nice alternate slice of cinema for me to critique.
All in all, 'Don't Open Till Christmas', is a very hit and miss affair. I like to look at it as one of those movies you'd watch on New Years day, whilst nursing a hangover with your kin. Granted, its fine in places. But in some others, it reminds me of a mess on the carpet.
Know what I mean? Happy... errr... whatever!!!!