Violent Night hits theaters on Dec. 2, 2022.
It’s the month before Christmas that brings Violent Night, a rowdy skull crusher that dons fierce action might. Director Tommy Wirkola honors Die Hard and Home Alone with care, with hopes that a barbarian Santa would — just kidding, rhymes stop here. There’s no reason to distract from my enthusiasm for a smashup of Hallmark holiday traditions and gore-slathered fight sequences from the filmmaker behind both Dead Snows and Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters. Violent Night sells its gingerbread-scented hostage scenario with the tongue-in-cheekiness of winter wonderland innocence, then jacked old Saint Nick goes warrior-berserk with a sledgehammer.
David Harbour is seemingly having a blast as Santa Claus, currently suffering a crisis of faith due to civilization’s increasingly naughty habits. Another year flying around the world, gifting bratty kids electronics that’ll be outdated in weeks — Santa’s Christmas spirit is fading. His next stop? The Lightstone residential compound where matriarch Gertrude (Beverly D’Angelo) once again hosts her son Jason (Alex Hassell), daughter Alva (Edi Patterson), accompanying family, and all the hired catering help. Santa cracks into homemade cookies and vibrates in a luxury massage chair, living the good life until he hears gunshots. Enter John Leguizamo as a Christmas-hating criminal (“Mr. Scrooge,” he calls himself) in search of Gertrude’s vaulted millions, blasting his handgun and threatening even Jason’s wee daughter Trudy (Leah Brady) — which Santa doesn’t approve of.
Violent Night darkens your average syndicated Christmastime drama with coal residue by introducing the Lightstones as dysfunctional elites who’ve lost the jolly with their holly. Alva is a catty alcoholic, her husband Morgan (Cam Gigandet) is a D-list action star wannabe in search of producers, and Gertrude’s introduction includes metaphorically roasting a senator’s chestnuts without remorse. Violent Night takes Michael Dougherty’s Krampus approach of teaching wholesome holiday lessons with heavy doses of danger, except Violent Night swaps horrific creatures for mangled henchpersons standing within Santa’s reach. No jack-in-the-box monsters, only whirring snowplow blades, icicle spikes, and sharpened ice skates as Santa’s makeshift arsenal.
Harbour’s transformation into a grizzled, tattooed Santa shows an actor loving every second on screen.
Pat Casey and Josh Miller’s screenplay is aggressively on the nose, calling out influences and storytelling beats like Rudolph pointing to his blinking red schnoz. Scenes don’t just cheekily recreate Home Alone — characters will say how much a sequence resembles Home Alone aloud. Violent Night lives to entertain by turning famous Christmas carol lines into badass Santa catchphrases during battle or by bastardizing Trudy’s yuletide innocence. The script can read as initially corny since momentum takes a few beats to start snowballing, but then the decapitations begin, and Wirkola’s brutal sensibilities usher in primetime seasons beatings.
Harbour’s transformation into a grizzled, tattooed Santa shows an actor loving every second on screen. Santa’s not invincible, nor are choreographed fight sequences fantastically outmatched. Harbour stands Redwood-thick in his red leather outfit, using everything from electrified star toppers to glittery garland for an upper hand against Scrooge’s hired psychopaths (each with cute seasonal codenames like Frosty and Jingle). It’s the John McClaneisms like calmly lying exhausted next to dead bodies or hearty laughter as soldiers explode after he stuffs a grenade in their “stocking.” Beverly D’Angelo, Cam Gigandet, and the rest are playing cemented stereotypes, while Harbour reinvents Santa Claus as a brawny action hero with only twinkly nose magic, an endless toy sack, and a readable scroll with “naughty” enemy names. The reset is all Harbour translating precious holiday imagery into rough-and-tumble mercenary punishment.
With a zippier opening, Violent Night would’ve reached a rung higher. When Harbour’s off camera, there’s less to be enthusiastic about. Leguizamo can easily pull off the bah-humbug bulletstorm persona, but not all his supporting baddies carry the same presence. Harbour’s the not-so-secret weapon of Violent Night, which becomes apparent when Wirkola stages a game-changing combat sequence set to another radio-friendly Christmas hit that elevates intensity and sets a new standard moving forward. That’s when Violent Night locks into overdrive, when gory tidings erupt and the naughtiest are shown no mercy, the same way 1989’s Deadly Games morphs from a “playful” Christmas thriller into suspenseful December warfare.
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