"A Very Supernatural Christmas"
--Robin's Rambles by Robin Vogel
This episode would be on my top 10 list of favorites. It's a really sick episode with a heartwarming brotherly ending, filled with really terrible sick, funny stuff, including terrorizing children, which is SO cruel and wrong for a Christmas episode. Plus we learn where Dean got his necklace, watch Sam get his forefinger nail pulled out and I cry buckets more than once. I laugh, I cry, I wonder how the censors allowed this episode to be shown at all, to ANYONE!
The word "SPECIAL" in tacky 70's colors spins toward the camera, followed by "A SPECIAL PRESENTATION". I used to see that all the time, and it brought such warm memories into my head. A year ago, eager little Stevie greets his grandfather at the door and assures him he's been a good boy this year. Well, says Grandpa as they pass a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, maybe you'll get presents, then. Later, an open-mouthed, excited Stevie spies from the staircase as Santa (Grandpa dressed as him) arranges gifts around the Christmas tree from a huge sack. Loud, strange sounds from the roof cause Santa to look up in concern and Stevie to declare, "Reindeer!" Soot starts falling into the fireplace; Grandpa-Santa goes to look up there. As Stevie watches, Santa, amidst the sound of crunching bones and cries of pain, is grabbed up the chimney. A bloody boot falls to the floor. "Santa?" says Stevie uncertainly.
A Christmas ball lights up and explodes. The screen gets snowy. In the middle of the screen, we see "A Very" in red letters, "SUPERNATURAL" in blue, "Christmas" in red. A mini Santa hat falls down and hangs crookedly on the first A in SUPERNATURAL. The word "very" flicks in and out and finally goes out. We hear bells.
This is a very creepy opening!
It's been my goal to clean up and improve my Season Three recaps as I can. I so far have only fixed "Mystery Spot," so in honor off the holidays here's my new and improved recap for "A Very Supernatural Christmas." Enjoy!
What a better way to celebrate this special holiday season than to re-experience the twisted, gory, heart-wrenching, fast-paced, cynical, and downright brilliant version of Christmas the Supernatural style. Kripke and Company are a bunch of sick bastards, and we love them for it.
This episode contains an overwhelming attention to detail so it’ll be impossible to overlook most of these elements that made up one of the most outstanding episodes of the series. It went all out, beyond the usual great writing and acting, giving us several unique camera shots, extreme set decoration, a brilliant cast of supporting characters, loads of eye catching background details, and even a clever cover story as to why Ypsilanti Michigan was looking so lush in December.
The writer of this episode, Jeremy Carver, gives us his first solo script here, and I must wonder how many Andy Williams Christmas specials he’s seen in his lifetime (I assume enough to drive him crazy). As with his other masterpiece, “Mystery Spot”, this script is very diverse, offering snappy and outrageous (in a good way) dialogue, a multitude of jabs at the history of Christmas culture, a progression of scenes going at a wild yet seamless pace that blended laugh out loud moments, powerful emotional ones and very disturbing ones. Plus, it ruined Christmas. What could be better?
The directing on this episode is phenomenal as well, coming from J. Miller Tobin. This was his second outing for Supernatural
. Considering his first episode was the stellar “Born Under A Bad Sign”, he already had an excellent track record with this show. What he did with this episode was nothing short of incredible.
A Christmas Dream
It was Christmas Eve in the State of South Dakota.
The snow was falling gently and adding to the quota.
The new laid snow glistened, from the reflection of all the lights.
Coming from the homes lit up all through out the nights.
Come December, Cleveland is like virtually every other Western city; glowing strings of red, green and gold are threaded through the barren boughs lining downtown streets. Except that here, one also strangely finds two unorthodox troupes of very bright blue huddling around the veterans' memorial and the northwest corner of Public Square. When the dark, sharp air is blended with a breathy mist or a falling web of white, this spectral blue can be beautiful, nearly ethereal purple. In other atmospheric conditions, namely during the day (yes, the lights are often on then; way to save energy, dumbasses), it can come across as tacky as, you guessed it, a Martha Stewart-on-acid Supernatural hotel room. Thus, the unwitting kernel of this rewritten classic.
I ask forgiveness in advance for any technical deficiencies, mais Ã mon avis, in verse, sentiment takes precedence over prosody (the cry of the talentless hack). So, thanks to the writers, producers, crew and cast of Supernatural for making something that has become for me as synonymous with the holidays as A Christmas Story and the loathing of banal family get-togethers. May you all have a groovy whatever, except you, Krampus. Try this bar of Life Buoy.
A Very Supernatural Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through some house
Not a creature was stirring, certainly not a mouse.
Something was rumbling down the chimney without care.
St. Nick? Hardly, for bloodthirsty hell was now there.