They’re STILL protesting this gloriously fiendish malignment of jolly ol’ Saint Nick! Young Billy’s life-defining night arrives Christmas Eve when his nutzoid gramps terrifies him with tales of a vengeful Mr. Claus who PUNISHES naughty boys and girls. This nightmare is realized when the tike’s family is accosted by a Santa-suited maniac who blows away his daddy and gleefully rips off his momma’s blouse before slashing her throat. Billy’s doom-filled years under the whims of a sadistic nun (Lilyan Chauvin) and holiday taunts at an orphanage virtually assure Robert Brian Wilson‘s psychotic meltdown that bloodies the delicious final reel — such as when CineSchlocker idol Linnea Quigley is impaled on deer antlers for being exceedingly NAUGHTY atop a pool table. This deeply subversive gem wrung fresh plasma from the then sequel-worn slasher genre and deserves, if not the utmost respect, at least another look by all good little CineSchlockers. There’s no better time now that Anchor Bay’s cobbled together the most "uncut" version to date, though momentarily at the expense of pristine image quality. Don’t overlook the 30-minute phone interview with apologetic auteur Charles E. Sellier Jr. (of "Grizzly Adams" fame) or priceless selections from "Santa’s Stocking of Outrage." Seven breasts. 12 corpses. Spanking. Anatomical activities. Decapitated snowman. Multiple dead Santas. Bully bludgeoning. Nunspolitation. Nostalgic toy store footage (Can you spy Jabba the Hutt, Castle Greyskull or G.I. Joe?) Christmas crooning. Gratuitous "hard work" montage. Boozing. Two implied rapes. Oily radio deejays. Rampant axe wielding. Mother Superior snarls: "You will learn what it is to be SORRY! … Punishment is absolute. Punishment is necessary. Punishment is good!"
