“Santa’s gonna save us all. Ho, ho, fuckin’ ho.”
What better way to kick off the post-Thanksgiving holiday season than with a movie? And what better movie to watch than one about a bunch of Okies walking around on another planet, helmed by none other than Wayne Coyne himself? There are many vaginalistic objects, such as the incubation thingy for the space baby (which is like its mom’s stomach or something? But the mom is a real person, just not pregnant? Man I don’t know.), a guy, holding a baby, with a vagina for a face (???), and a full marching band with vagina faces. There are some interesting familiar faces apart from the band members, like Fred Armisen and Steve Burns, but in general, the cast is overwhelmingly middling. The main character, played by Flaming Lip Steve Drozd, looks incredibly stiff and awkward the whole time, as he muses about killing moths space babies, and vaginas. Wayne himself is green, even thought it’s a black and white movie, and does nothing except be green and also Santa Claus. The soundtrack is alright, too. It fits the atmosphere well, but again, I’m disappointed that a film about Christmas from the guys who made “Christmas at the Zoo” is so desolate. I’m also mad that the great Silent Night instrumental from the film isn’t on the soundtrack.
All in all, Christmas on Mars is about how, even when all seems lost, all you need is to place your faith in Christmas cheer, and green guys, though it spent a little too much time being super nihilistic. This is probably the most batshit movie I’ve seen this year, which is saying something after Megalopolis. 6.5/10
“Santa’s gonna save us all. Ho, ho, fuckin’ ho.”
What better way to kick off the post-Thanksgiving holiday season than with a movie? And what better movie to watch than one about a bunch of Okies walking around on another planet, helmed by none other than Wayne Coyne himself? There are many vaginalistic objects, such as the incubation thingy for the space baby (which is like its mom’s stomach or something? But the mom is a real person, just not pregnant? Man I don’t know.), a guy, holding a baby, with a vagina for a face (???), and a full marching band with vagina faces. There are some interesting familiar faces apart from the band members, like Fred Armisen and Steve Burns, but in general, the cast is overwhelmingly middling. The main character, played by Flaming Lip Steve Drozd, looks incredibly stiff and awkward the whole time, as he muses about killing moths space babies, and vaginas. Wayne himself is green, even thought it’s a black and white movie, and does nothing except be green and also Santa Claus. The soundtrack is alright, too. It fits the atmosphere well, but again, I’m disappointed that a film about Christmas from the guys who made “Christmas at the Zoo” is so desolate. I’m also mad that the great Silent Night instrumental from the film isn’t on the soundtrack.
All in all, Christmas on Mars is about how, even when all seems lost, all you need is to place your faith in Christmas cheer, and green guys, though it spent a little too much time being super nihilistic. This is probably the most batshit movie I’ve seen this year, which is saying something after Megalopolis. 6.5/10
