I am home alone. Last time I was home alone of an evenin’, this happened. Thank God I do not have any of this. There’d be trouble.
So what am I doing tonight? Well, peeps, I am watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. And I AM NOT ASHAMED!! I love that little freak. You put the names “Rankin-Bass” on a show and I am there.
A few observations while I watch, if I may. Okay, so I’m basically live-blogging Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. So … I should not be left alone. Whatevs.
Anyway …
— I kinda have a crush on that Burl Ives glide-y snowman. Not really an observation. More of a confession. It’s the gliding, really, just the gliding. Like the Norelco razor Santa, the most awesome Santa ever!
— I love it that when Hermie, the elf-who-would-be-a-dentist, is asked what is wrong with him, he glumly admits, “Not very happy in my work, I guess.”
— Head Elf is clearly a rage-aholic. All his lines ARE SAID LIKE THIS!! WITH CAPITAL LETTERS AND LOTS OF EXCLAMATION POINTS!! You know, “WHY WEREN’T YOU AT ELF PRACTICE???” and nosy crap like that. Listen, Head Elf Dude, you are basically running a toymaking sweatshop here where tiny little people are forced to make crappy handpainted wooden toys 23 hours a day. Toys that just end up on AN ISLAND in the frozen Arctic whining about what pieces of crap they are. They don’t want to exist and yet you force people to bring them into existence. So what these tiny people do on their time away from making suicidal toys is their own damn business!!
— Donner, Rudolph’s dad, is an abusive ass. When he puts that black mud nose — or whatever — on Rudolph to cover up his deformity and Rudolph can’t breathe and snuffs to him, “It’s not very comfortable,” Donner barks (barks?) back, “There are more important things than comfort. Like SELF-RESPECT! Santa can’t object to you now!”
— Clarice, Rudoph’s would-be lover, wears a Minnie Mouse bow on her head in the middle of the frozen tundra. I have never understood that.
— Wow. Santa’s an ass, too! Rudolph’s real nose was just uncovered and Santa said, “Donner, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!!”
— I love how all the reindeer have little skinny legs and these giant clonky hooves. Those things are like manhole covers. THAT’S the real deformity here, critters, and you ALL have ’em!!
— Clarice comforts Rudolph with “There’s always tomorrow for dreams to come true.” Kinda the reindeer version of my personal favorite: “The sun’ll come out …. tomorrrrrow!!”
— The monstrous swoop in Hermie’s hair is one of my favorite things in the whole show. That, and his lisp. Oh, and BTW, Hermie: YOU’RE GAAAAAAY!!
— I am still kinda scared of The Abominable Snowman. And he looks exactly like a particularly annoying kid I know.
— Why does Burl Ives Snowman hold up an umbrella to protect himself from Abominable? Do those things have previously undisclosed powers? Dude, it’s a stick with a circle of fabric on the end against a huge, man-eating Yeti. Look! He is taller than those giant cardboard mountains over there! What is with the umbrella? Oh, I know what, Burl Ives Snowman: YOU’RE GAAAAAAY!!
— Burl Ives Snowman croons that detestable ditty, “Silver and Gold,” whilst accompanying himself on a BANJO. As the crooning continues, little woodland creatures randomly munch on golden nuggets. “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre” starring …. Mister Squirrel! Weird. I did not know that song was about ingesting golden nuggets.
— Hey, Yukon Cornelius: If Bumble’s one weakness is that they sink, how come the Bumble sinks and then pops right up to wreak more havoc and eventually have his teeth pulled? Why is he still alive after sinking? I mean, that didn’t happen on the Titanic.
— Look, “Charlie-in-the-Box,” don’t be such a blubbering baby. “My name is allll wrong! No child wants to play with a Charlie-in-the-Box!” Shut up. SHUT UP! Go down to your local courthouse and change your damn name to JACK! Lord. I hate that victim mentality.
— The whole Island of Misfit Toys is really just the Island of Useless Enablers. It totally pisses me off. That freaky Winged Lion King just allows all those toys to lounge around and whine and whine and sing horrible dirges to unsuspecting strangers. “Can you IMAGINE being an ELEPHANT with POLKA DOTS??” Yes. Yes, I can. I think it would be neato and you need to embrace that Jesus loves the little children AND the polka-dotted elephants. Personally, I don’t think ANY of you whiners is fit company for a kid. You’re all downers. It’s not that you’re “a choo-choo with square wheels” or “a bird that swims”; those things are not the problem here. It’s that you’re all hopeless, helpless narcissists who can only think about how life impacts you. And, also, WHY is it up to Rudolph to tell Santa about the toys, Lion King? Why aren’t you doing something for your whiny misfit subjects? What kind of king are you, anyway? Do you just have the title and no real power? I mean, what are you? British??
— Oh, Burl Ives Snowman just did the “Protect me, Mister Umbrella” move again. “Ooooh, telllll me when it’s over.”
— I like how Rudolph’s pupils roll around like marbles when the Bumble hits him.
— Hermie pretends to be pork in order to save Rudolph from the Bumble. Oink oink oink. Unfathomable.
— “God blast your hairy Bumble hide!” Hahahahahaha, Yukon.
— Yukon just cacked it. And all Burl Ives Snowman says is, “They are all sad at the loss of their friend.” Uhm, ingrates, he saved your lives. So lemme get this straight: You can sing no end of gloomy ditties regarding square wheels and stupid names, but there’s nothing — no feeling — about your friend tumbling to his death?? Where is the Anthem for Lost Cornelius or something? Sick. Selfish and SICK.
— Okay, well, Yukon just came back from the dead — with the Bumble in tow. “He’s a reformed Bumble. He wants a job. Looky what he can do!” Hm. Where have I heard something similar? “Look! It’s her poop! Look what she did! It was inside her and now it’s here!” Beware, Yukon Cornelius, the Timothy Treadwell delusion of perceived cuddliness.
— Santa. Okay, look. You obviously have a hormonal imbalance. You gained, like, 50 pounds overnight. Anyone who did that should go immediately to a doctor, not spend all night delivering choo choo trains with square wheels to all the kiddos of the world.
Finally, Rudolph is the hero and Santa exploits him.
Annnnnnnd ….. scene.