With Christmas fast approaching, chances are you’re going to watch a Christmas movie in the next few weeks, no doubt with a warm, feel-good message at the end. But what if you choose to subscribe to an alternative Christmas message — one of terror, gore and gratuitous boobtography?
Perhaps, like me, you believe that Christmas is a season best spent watching people be killed in increasingly horrific ways, while you sit in a cold, dank basement eating semi-defrosted ready meals out of a metal bucket. That’s normal, right? Please tell me I’m normal.