I had this utterly brilliant idea for a script and I want to pass the goodness to the world as a treat. Here world, have this nugget and savor it. Let it melt in your mouth as you inhale the sweet aroma. Let it drip… okay, I’m freaking myself out now.
I call this idea “Figgy Pudding”. It’s a slasher flick. Close your eyes. No, wait..you won’t be able to read this if you do that. Pretend you are closing your eyes so you can pretend to imagine the structure I’m throwing at you. Let’s say our main locale is a dorm. Eh, I know what you’re thinking: “Dorms are SO overdone for Christmas slashers.” True, my friends. But we need a single location of terror for this to work and “convalescent home” just doesn’t have the same ring to it. That’s a whole other issue of terror there.
Okay, so dorm-like setting. Enter the carolers. The carolers are the new mutant cannibal backwoods folks for 2010. Trust. The carolers seem oh so sweet and normal, but deep down they are some crazy bastards. They enter the scene singing at the dorm’s steps. Maybe the dorm inhabitants poke a little fun, cause we all know that college students are all jackasses, right? Unfortunately for these jackasses, the carolers have picked them as their target for the evening’s festivities (wink wink). As they get to their closing song (“We Wish You A Merry Christmas”), they get to the verse about figgy pudding:
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer
We won’t go until we get some;
We won’t go until we get some;
We won’t go until we get some, so bring some out here
But these freaks are serious. They want their figgy pudding and they plan on killing until they get it. Unfortunately for the college students, no one knows what the fuck figgy pudding actually is, so of course no one has any on them. Then the stalking and killing begins, complete with over the top death scenes utilizing any and all improbably mortal Christmas decorations, along with corny one-liners like “Your balls have been jingled”.
So there. Take it, love it and give it a home. Just don’t name any of the characters some stupid shit like “Maximilian Stead” and describe him as “the wealthy, playboy type” or this entire deal is null and void, I shit you not. It’s important to have standards, even for shitty slashers flicks.
And check it out: flaming figgy pudding!
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