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‘Dial Code Santa Claus’ Review: An Explosive Dose of Holiday Cheer

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Deadly Games (also known as Dial Code Santa Claus) is a 1989 French horror gem written and directed by Rene Manzor.

A Chilling Introduction to a Creepy Mall Santa

The film opens with a creepy-looking, raggedy guy (Patrick Floersheim) trying to casually join in on some kids’ snowball fight. Luckily, the children realize what’s happening and abandon the now noticeably upset creep. After this, we meet the young boy genius Thomas (Alain Lalanne), his mother Julie (Brigitte Fossey), and Thomas’s Papy (Louis Decreaux).
They live in an enormous house reminiscent of a medieval castle filled with secret passageways, tunnels, trap doors, and all kinds of other cool medieval stuff, including a suit of armor. Julie works at a busy department store and leaves Thomas with his nearly blind Papy on Christmas Eve. Thomas uses an awesome, retro, terminal-type computer to chat with a random stranger over the internet and divulges his mother’s place of work.

From Mall Santa to Home Invader

We then see the bum from the beginning of the film working as a mall Santa where he straight up smacks a child in the face upon being found out as a phony Santa. Naturally, this gets him fired, and he winds up at the house of his boss Julie where he slithers down the chimney, kills the dog, and enters in a ghoulish game of cat and mouse with young Thomas and his Papy.
After no small amount of struggle, Thomas eventually purchases a one-way ticket to pain town aboard the Hand Grenade Express for the invader, thus defeating him and saving Christmas and his Papy in the form of retrieving his much-needed insulin.

Why Dial Code Santa Claus Is a Must Watch Holiday Slasher

This is a fun, festive movie that should be added to anybody’s holiday slasher playlist. Visually everything was great. The acting was great, especially from Alain Lalanne at such a young age.
Bum Santa is the best Santa. Was Santa plagued with a dark and evil past, or was Santa just another boy trapped in a man’s body like Michael Jackson or Peter Pan? Peter Pan and Michael Jackson are both weirdos, so I’m beginning to think young Thomas did quite a public service to young children all over France by grenading him into the funny pages.

The Most Terrifying Santa Claus

My favorite part of this slasher was the portrayal of the antagonist as a misunderstood and down-on-his-luck man who just wanted a quick, nostalgic sniff at the pure joy and magic of the holidays through the unsmudged lens of a child. This is a feeling most adults can relate to, at least to some extent or another. A realistic and mortal portrayal of an antagonist adds to their believability and thus, in this instance, adds to the fear that maybe “this could happen to me too.” This relatability drove me to almost pity the antagonist despite his sinister deeds, a feeling which Floersheim conveyed quite well, in my opinion.

Flaws in the Plot: Where the Film Falls Short

But sure, it wasn’t perfect: the mother’s character was almost entirely useless and absent. Who needs to work that badly on Christmas Eve? What kind of adult, let alone parent, doesn’t know about a vast array of tunnels and underground rooms inside the very house in which they live? What kind of parent leaves a real ass hand grenade lying around? Regardless, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Holidays are stressful, and Dial Code Santa Claus offers a great opportunity to escape the vast hellscape of twisted and often ingenuine holiday cheer with some light-hearted, Christmas-themed, hand grenade murdering.

The Disappointing Soundtrack: A Major Misstep

The main criticism of this otherwise great flick should, in my opinion, be the score and music. It left a lot to be desired. They clearly stole Survivor’s “Eye Of The Tiger” and transposed it to a different key. Unfortunately, we had to hear it twice. I have no idea why anyone would ever think the awkward and obviously-stolen contemporary rock would be a great style to accompany a Christmas-themed slasher flick. Still, it happens, and you should be prepared for it. It’s super distracting and super poorly mixed and composed. Christmas music comes in many shapes and sizes, but the mid-tempo contemporary rock was definitely not the fit.

Final Thoughts: A Christmas Slasher with Heart

All in all, Manzor wants Christmas to be taken seriously. He wants the spirit of Christmas to thrive in people everywhere. It left me with just two thoughts: one being that I really would like to live in a giant castle and the other that I should beware of when bringing my future children to see a mall Santa because he may well be the Christmas boogie man that plagues nightmares worldwide.

You can stream ‘Dial Code Santa Claus’ on Shudder.

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‘Night Patrol’ Review: Vampiric Cop Horror Undone by Messy Execution

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I really wanted to love Night Patrol. And to be quite honest, I did for the first 40 minutes or so. The set up has the right amount of intrigue, the characters have great potential and chemistry, and the world building begins to polish its concepts nicely around its midpoint. But as this action horror exploitation film progresses, strange choices in the screenplay and editing tarnish what it sets up.

What you’re fed is filling at first, but soon the cup runs dry. While its final moments do feel grand and fun, they are undoubtedly clumsy. And though Night Patrol’s chances of garnering a cult following seem highly likely just for the niche concept it hits on, the back half of the film leaves a sour aftertaste that makes it hard to enjoy as easily as most cult classics.

Night Patrol Sees Gang Members Take On Vampiric Cops

Crip Wazi (RJ Cyler) has his night take a sharp turn for the worse after a hookup with his Piru lover gets interrupted. But his misfortune isn’t from members of either gang spotting them: it’s the LAPD who arrive on the scene. What starts as a stop and search turns bloody fast as the mysterious unit of cops known as Night Patrol kill her suddenly. The newest member, Hawkins (Justin Long), doesn’t flinch as he becomes part of the deadly police gang in ritualistic fashion.

Narrowly escaping the encounter, Wazi returns home to the Colonial Courts to try and get help from the local Pirus, led by Bornelius (Freddie Gibbs). The plan is to avenge their own, but the entire neighborhood ends up in the crosshairs of the monstrous task force. Where the residents see a place and people to protect, Night Patrol sees little more than a chance to feed on its black and brown citizens.

A Strong Cast Led by RJ Cyler Delivers

At its core, it’s a solid concept: rival gangs band together with guns and African mysticism to fight some literal blood-sucking racist cops. If Pirus and Crips all got along, they might be able to gun down some vampires by the end of this movie. Its fun ideas are matched with an eclectic but appropriate cast: Freddie Gibbs, Flying Lotus, RJ Cyler, Justin Long, Dermot Mulroney, and most surprisingly of all Phillip Brooks, who you might know as WWE superstar CM Punk. Cyler, star of The Harder They Fall, very much carries with his performance here as he did there. He gets to show his emotional range throughout the film and works well with what he’s given. He’s only outpaced by Gibbs in terms of entertainment for the sheer number of great reactions Bornelius gets.

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Justin Long’s physical performance oscillates from impressive to underwhelming here, but he is about as compelling as Cyler, all things considered. One scene in particular where he has an emotional outpouring as he discovers what Night Patrol is really all about struck hard. Brooks also manages to sell his vitriolic bastard of a character well, putting another mark down on his resume as a welcome sight in horror going forward.

A Clever but Confused Script

But unfortunately, fun performances can’t make up for the feet of clay the movie stands on. Its true weakness is in its storytelling and editing, which chops scenes and sections of the film up in a way that’s impossible to ignore.

Now, credit where it’s due. On a meta-textual level, the script has some clever flourishes. Its Black characters don’t start the movie on the back foot, intimately aware of the existence of Night Patrol, even if they can’t pin down exactly what kind of monsters they’re up against. There’s something to be said here of what it reflects: the acute awareness Black Americans are forced to have about the dangers of interacting with the wrong police officers and being at the mercy of violent policing.

The characters arm themselves well, they don’t walk into scenarios recklessly or leave themselves open to be torn apart (at least, not until late in the film). Wazi’s mother who evangelizes on the Zulu peoples and their occult knowledge, has been preparing for them for a long time. And when the vampires show up at their doorstep, the counter-offensive is quick.

In Spite of Night Patrol’s Charm, It’s A Plot Stretched Too Thin

I bring this up because, for as thoughtful and clever as that all is, those quality decisions highlight the uninspired and dull ones as well. The plot is still undeniably stretched out in an odd way. Part of the problem is the fact that there are effectively three different main characters in this story: Wazi, Hawkins, and Xavier (played by Jermaine Fowler). Xavier is Wazi’s cop brother, and Hawkins’ partner before he joins Night Patrol, making him the bridge between the two. But it’s a rickety bridge, and little care is paid to Xavier as a character who is one-dimensional in the end and really just human shaped fuel to keep the plot going. Hawkins gets a similar demotion later on but at least gets to be part of the ending and have a decent amount of screentime.

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This problem of a plot stretched thin between characters is exacerbated by a slightly bloated runtime and a very disorderly rearrangement of scenes that plagues its back half. The characters have interactions in the third act that should have been established in the first or second. Expository and comedic beats that don’t fit the dire nature of the situation make for tonal road bumps. In some cases, continuity of where characters were and what they said is thrown out the window entirely. There’s a big reveal for comedic effect in the film’s last scenes, but its undercut by what a character said just minutes prior spoiling the joke.

A Nightmare of Editing Hamstrings Ryan Prows Fantastic Directing

Director Ryan Prows has proven himself highly competent in the past with his feature Lowlife, and his handling of the camera in this film is no different; it even indicates some serious growth. He has a firm grasp of lighting his locations and framing his characters, he’s good at setting a tone. I particularly love how he handles the sequence where the cops inevitably and violently storm the Colonial Courts. It manages to be highly stylized while capturing the genuine horror of the attack, and he demonstrates a clear sense of balancing those cinematic elements. He is, without a doubt, highly skilled.

But unfortunately, the way that Night Patrol is plotted, paced, and cut together tears apart and reassembles Prows solid vision, taking what could be a great horror film and seriously hamstringing it. It’s a flesh golem of great ideas, stitched with the right organs in the wrong places—and some of its guts missing altogether by the time those credits roll.

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‘28 Years Later: The Bone Temple’ Review: Nia DaCosta Has the Cure

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If there’s one thing I truly admire about 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple, it’s how deftly it maneuvers itself out of the mires that blemished the previous film. It continues the story director Danny Boyle and writer Alex Garland set up in 28 Years Later, but manages to bypass all of its weaknesses. It remedies all the ailments of the 2025 reboot, and it’s safe to say director Nia DaCosta is the one delivering the cure.

Director Nia DaCosta Gets Us Back on Course

Instead of the overly stylized editing and camerawork Boyle indulged in, we get a film that is clean and sharp without sacrificing the chaotic nature of the conflicts at hand. Instead of spreading its narrative and thematic butter too thin by hitting on many different ideas, The Bone Temple focuses in and focuses hard on what it’s trying to say about its characters. And most surprisingly of all, it manages to strike a near perfect balance of dark humor and genuinely disturbing sights to create a film that is every bit as fun as it is bleak and brutal.

Spike’s Journey Continues– While Dr. Ian Kelson’s Begins

As Spike’s journey in a post-apocalyptic Great Britain continues, he finds himself in dangerous company: The Fingers, a childish and ultraviolent band of tracksuit wearing survivors all named Jimmy. They’re guided by their demented priest and gang leader Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal, a demanding monster that consumes everything in his path to fulfill his dark and bizarre sacraments.

As he’s inducted into the gang in a brutal fashion, things go from bad to worse as Spike tries to escape them. But elsewhere something even stranger than the Fingers’ way of life begins to unfold, as Dr. Ian Kelson’s run-ins with the infected alpha Samson bear bizarre new fruit.

Jack O’Connell Reminds Us of What Made 28 Days Later So Good

Those expecting the violent infected roaming the woods to take center stage again will likely be disappointed, as their threatening presence from the first film has been usurped by our new underhanded antagonist Jimmy Crystal. Portrayed by Jack O’Connell, hot off the heels of his explosive performance in Sinners, he proves to us time and again that there are in fact worse fates than infection and death out in the wastelands of the United Kingdom. He is without a doubt the best part of the film, primarily for what he achieves in refocusing on the ethos of the series. The sheer human horror that made 28 Days Later so compelling is revitalized here, with O’Connell taking on the same kind of dire threat that Christopher Eccleston did as Major West in the very first film.

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I would dare to say the character might be even more effective than Major West in how masterfully his writing tells us who he is, and how the character reflects Spike’s own growth. Jimmy Crystal is an ignoble lord, an ersatz early 2000s Jimmy Savile with all the uncomfortable meta-commentary underpinnings that implies; he is a predator, just a predator of a different kind. He is through and through, a fun to watch monstrosity; not charismatic per se, but very, very entertaining. O’Connell plays the immature, rotten-toothed psychotic like a worn, familiar instrument, and is able to generate a lot of discomfort and disquiet with how he plays him.

Ralph Fiennes and Chi Lewis-Parry Are Unrivaled

The other star player is, unsurprisingly, Ralph Fiennes as Dr. Ian Kelson. Though he doesn’t have as expansive an arc as Spike did previously, we get to spend time watching the character soul search for something in himself and in his new companion, the now somewhat docile Samson (played once again by the absolute mountain of a man that is Chi Lewis-Parry). It’s the emotional ballast that keeps the darker half of this film afloat, and a perfectly complementing light to Spike and the Fingers dark plotline.

Credit where it’s due to Lewis-Parry in particular as well, whose physical control and facial acting as Samson was genuinely impressive; this time around, it’s certainly more demanding and asks for more nuance than the monster role it started as, which he achieves. The odd relationship the two characters foster in this film is a delight that’s only matched by Kelson eventually running afoul of Jimmy Crystal, and where it goes from there is a far cry from what I expected.

A Taste of the Terrifying Trilogy Closer Yet to Come

Though the A and B plots of the film have a heavy delineation in tone and in story, the way they intertwine is more elegant than I anticipated, and much more fun than I would have ever bet. It takes until late in the second act to see what picture is being pieced together exactly, but the crash of a climax it provides results in a rollicking good time that merges the disparate halves.

Many will see the midpoint of this trilogy-to-be, and expect its over reliance on what came before or needless burden setting up the forthcoming third film. But 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple is far from beholden to its place in the series. It is purely a good movie, and it stands on its own as one. There’s a genuine cohesion here, and an unpredictable x-factor in the radical departure from the family focused plotline of the previous film.

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A Confident Middle Chapter That Stands on Its Own

Where 28 Years Later was a post-apocalyptic coming of age, The Bone Temple is a dark fairytale about characters on a disastrous journey for one thing: control in a lost, uncontrollable world. It’s a fine study of characters locked in a scramble to stay on top, and how they interact with characters scrambling to retain their humanity. What results is a sequel that isn’t just better than what came before it, but one that will ignite audiences with excitement for the final installment that’s yet to come.

28 Years Later: The Bone Temple releases in movie theaters on January 16th, 2026

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