This week, we asked our esteemed panelists the following question:
Here is what they said…
For us, the holidays are now the time we spend with family, especially the days after Xmas, where there’s no pressure or need to move or even get out of pjs. That makes it the perfect opportunity to bust out our favourite new movie of the preceding year, or more than one, to share. The offspring count on us to be prepared with such offerings and it’s even better if we’ve someone visiting who hasn’t seen, oh, say Stardust or Galaxy Quest or Evolution. Settle in, we’ll say. Have eggnog and get comfy.
We’ve had Lord of the Rings (all versions) holidays and Hobbit ones, Star Trek and Fifth Element one or three, and this year? Bodes to be Godzilla and Guardians of the Galaxy! (Not to mention the annual Doctor Who special.) You’ll note we deliberately go for the resounding happy ending and/or silly fun sorts of movies for the holidays.
Because, why not?
Our offspring are busy, we aren’t nearby, and maybe not every friend shares our family’s love of the happy, silly, and remarkable. (Plus, doesn’t hurt we’ve the big sound system and World’s Most Comfy Couch ™) We’ll watch the Xmas movies before, of course, but then, once the wrapping’s been put aside and leftovers await, then it’s time to pull out what will hopefully become the new favourite, cued to show the next visitor. When we do it again, be together, be it with dragons, starships, or aliens of intriguing habits.
Wishing you and yours, peace and giggles!
If a tradition is anything you do more than one year in a row, then my current holiday genre tradition is going to the movies with my wife, Kelly. Each December, we take a long drive with our two kids down to south-western Florida to spend a few weeks with my in-laws. While there, Kelly and I get to the movies while my in-laws watch the kids.
For the past two years–and very likely, once again next month–we have gone to see each of the newly released The Hobbit movies. We see them in a gigantic theater, in 3D, and it is a somewhat disconcerting experience for a few reasons. First of all, although it is mid-to-late December, temperatures usually hover in the mid-80s. Walking into the theater, we find the air conditioning a comfort.
Second, although the movie has usually only been out for a week or so by the time we see it, the theater is almost empty. This is because most of the population of the area flies to other parts of the country for the holidays, leaving things pretty desolate. On the other hand, we never have to worry about finding good seats.
Finally, it’s some rare time we spend away from our kids together. It might only be a few hours, but we look forward to it eagerly each year. It doesn’t matter if the movie is good, bad, or somewhere in between. We just enjoy sitting there, relaxing, sipping a gallon of Coke and eating a mountain of popcorn while dwarves and hobbits and wizards take on orcs and wolves and dragons. The story takes us away from the world for a while, and that is all we can ask.
As it happens, at least for the last several years, it is often the only movie I see in a year. The motion picture gene within me has withered as I have grown older. I’ve never been much of a fan of genre movies, but I really enjoyed The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and I have had almost as much fun watching The Hobbit movies.
Of course, after this year, the tradition will likely draw to an end with the end of the franchise.
Most holiday specials don’t do much for me (my husband watches the one about Rudolph and the misfit toys every year, and every year I fail to understand its appeal), but I adore How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and we try to catch it on TV every year. Also, of course, the Doctor Who Christmas special! Sometimes there’s even a marathon of those, which is an excellent excuse to sit on the couch all day with my knitting and a pot of tea. I particularly liked “The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe,” which pushed all my good Narnia buttons and none of my bad ones (I’m looking at you, The Last Battle!). Although the Ten/Eleven scenes in “Day of the Doctor,” with John Hurt looking on in bafflement, were among the funniest things I’ve ever seen; as the credits rolled, I turned to my spouse and offspring and said, “That episode made no sense, and I DON’T EVEN CARE.”
I’m lucky enough to get time off from my day job at around the same time my daughter is off school for winter break, and at some point over that period we usually break out the original Star Wars trilogy, The Princess Bride, and/or an Indiana Jones flick or two. Alas, I have yet to persuade the rest of the household to embrace my childhood holiday favourite, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang — which has nothing to do with Christmas (or any other winter holiday) except that one of the four TV stations we got at our house when I was a kid played it every December, so it always feels like a holiday movie to me. I don’t understand their lack of enthusiasm — how can you not love a movie with singing, dancing, musical candy, a flying car, tragically enchanted toys, a scary child-catcher, pirates, Benny Hill, dirigibles, True Love, and 100 dogs?!
Winter break is also a time for breaking out the board games. We don’t own a normal Monopoly set, but we do have both Doctor Who 50th Anniversary and Star Wars Episode I (don’t ask) versions, as well as Classic Star Wars Trivial Pursuit!
Last year for either Chanukah or Christmas (I can’t remember which) I got my very first robot minion — a Roomba 530. So now I’m secretly hoping that robot minions will become a new holiday tradition…
One of my earliest holiday memories is actually the beginning of a genre tradition in my family. Star Wars came out when I was about six months old, so when I say I grew up with it, I mean that quite literally. Star Wars was everything to my brother and me, and that meant Christmas was all about getting new Star Wars swag. (Also family and music and gingerbread and pine trees, but mostly Star Wars swag.) The first present I ever remember getting (as in, the first I have a distinct memory of) was an AT-AT walker. I loved that thing. It was my favourite toy for years. My mother still has this picture of me at five years old sitting by the tree in my PJs on Christmas morning, hugging this huge toy that was about the size of a terrier. I wasn’t allowed to have a puppy, so the AT-AT would have to do. I put it on a leash and gave it a water dish, which of course drove my older brother nuts. That isn’t to say I didn’t play with it “properly” – it was the star of our Hoth battles, of course – but when it was time to pack up the Kenner figurines and put them back in the Darth Vader collectors’ case, the AT-AT was back on its leash. Anyway, that was the start of an annual tradition of discovering Star Wars toys under the tree, with the big ones like the Millennium Falcon serving as “Santa’s special gift”. That went on for a good ten years, I think.
A more modern holiday tradition in my household (and I suspect lots of others) is the re-watching of Lord of the Rings. It started in 2002 when I lived in a City That Shall Not Be Named, which was so crushingly boring that having The Fellowship of the Ring come out on DVD at around Christmas time – with new scenes! – promised to be the most exciting thing that had happened all year. After that, we bought the new DVDs every Christmas, which I’m pretty sure is exactly what New Line Cinema had in mind by releasing the films and the DVDs at holiday time (clever, that).
This year, I’m looking to start a new tradition by persuading my mother to make Cthurkey. Similar to Turducken, but instead of chicken and duck, it’s an octopus stuffed inside a turkey garnished with crab legs. A SFF surf ‘n turf, if you will. I anticipate… resistance. But if I do manage it, I’ll be sure to post a photo of my grandparents’ expressions on my website…
Happy Holidays to everyone!
As I’ve gotten older, New Year’s Eve has become less about going out and more about staying in and enjoying the evening with a few friends. As a tradition, D&D New Year’s Eve night never quite gained traction, but we passed one memorable December 31 a few years back gaming past midnight. Our other tradition is unofficial, fallen into more than planned out; if the Twilight Zone marathon is on, we’ll watch it. It’s not so much a center of attention, but more of a background to conversations, with occasional moments of focus as a memorable (or terrifying; gah, “The Masks” gave me nightmares for *years*) episode comes on.
My favorite holiday in a SFnal world is probably Futurama‘s “Xmas Story,” although “Freedom Day” is also up there. There’s something about evil robot Santa exploiting an entire planet full of elves while Earthicans cower in terror of the night of carnage to come. (And any time Futurama does a musical number, it’s generally fantastic.) The inversion of the usual Christmas traditions into their sinister Xmas versions is fantastically fun.
Interestingly, I can think of more SFnal holidays in film and television than in books. In Melanie Rawn’s Ambrai series, the culture revolves around a calendar of saints, all of whom have feast days; Pern has its Gathers, but those are more festivals than holidays as such. I recall a few books in which solstices and equinoxes play a part, but it’s more for their effect on magic than for celebration with loved ones (and lots of food.) I’d love to hear of some I’ve overlooked.
I must admit to being a bit of an easy mark when it comes to Christmas and Holiday stories. The sentiment of coming together with family and loved ones tends to jump straight over any guarded anti-capitalist or cynical inclinations and hit me right in the feels. Give me Love, Actually, The Nightmare Before Christmas, It’s a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol, The Holiday Inn…I love it all.
But my #1 favorite holiday media property is probably “Abed’s Uncontrollable Christmas,” which mixes up Rankin-Bass-style stop-motion animation with Community‘s signature genre-aware storytelling, addressing the struggle between the secular and religious expressions of Christmas, cynicism vs. optimism about holidays, and Abed’s struggle to figure out how to continue to capture and re-create the holiday now that his family situation has changed and he’s off on his own with a new family.
When I’m not in the mood for straight-up satire, I love to curl up and watch Die Hard with my fiance, who maintains that it is the greatest of all Christmas movies, and I find it hard to disagree.