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Evil Roy Slade (1972)
The rejoicing may now begin! It's out on video!!
I have been waiting for this moment for years. Yesterday, I opened a Christmas present from my husband, and it was my very own, brand new copy of Evil Roy Slade. All I can say is thank you Universal, Critics Choice videos, and God bless you Mike for trying one more time to find this classic comedy for your wife.
Love Is Never Silent (1985)
Hallmark Hall of Fame at its best.
This film is so good that while I'm watching it, I forget that Cloris Leachman was ever Frau Blucher! Mare Winningham is outstanding in this film. What Frosty the Snowman did to me as a child, this movie does to me as an adult; I cry every time I see it. This movie and To Dance with the White Dog are probably the best ever made by Hallmark. If you're looking for something with a lighter tone, I suggest Hallmark's What the Deaf Man Heard. It's of the same caliber, but not nearly as sad.
Trilogy of Terror (1975)
This film has probably traumatized more kids than any other in movie history!
I saw this movie when I was 8 years old, and I was in my mid 20's before I would even try to watch it again. It scared the bejeebers out of me. For years, I would not have anything to do with dolls that had things hanging around their necks (necklaces, tags, etc.). I have yet to speak to a person who viewed this movie when they were between the ages of 4 and 15 who don't remember it with terror, and after reading the other viewer's comments, I still haven't. If you haven't seen this movie since you were a kid, go rent it. It's not as scary when you see it as an adult.
The Year Without a Santa Claus (1974)
Have you ever busted a gut laughing because someone had Heat-Miser hair?
When I was young, one of my family's favorite things to do in December was to watch the Christmas specials (all the good ones were on CBS). On Christmas morning, my siblings and I would wake our parents at the most ungodly hour so that we could open presents. I remember very few presents that I ever received, but what I do remember is my parents stumbling into the living room sporting Heat-Miser hair. Of course, once we saw that we had to break into song. If only I could muster up that kind of enthusiasm at 5 o'clock in the morning now.