When I was a kid in the Sixties I got up very early on Christmas morning. Probably like most of you I got up around 5am! My two older brothers got up at the same time and we all went downstairs together. Mum and Dad were still in bed. My two sisters may have lived at home too but I can't recall if they got up as well for some reason. Mum and Dad will have been putting in the hours getting everything ready for five of us on Christmas Eve night. That's a lot of kids to get prezzies ready for!
We'd descend like a mad herd of reindeer into the lounge where the tree was glowing like a city and gifts were waiting in twinkling piles as if by magic. To make things easier for us we each had a chair with our presents laid out on them. Being the baby of the family I got a whole settee! I've got a feeling now that that constitutes as being spoilt rotten! Later on in the early Seventies when I grew older and stared at the bumfluff on my teenage chin my older Brother had to get me up on Christmas morning. It was still early but I wasn't leading the charge of the night brigade anymore.
By 13 my surging testosterone kept me comatose most mornings until I'd drunk a pint of Tizer. My brothers may not have even been to bed on Christmas Eve and come and got me from my pit after clubbing all night with the other elves. By 1977 family Christmases were all over for us but I remember with great fondness those early Xmas mornings when I ran downstairs at 5am desperate for a Captain Lazer and a Moon Prospector! When did you get up at Christmas when you were little readers? What was it like?
This is my second go at a short home-made folk horror film readers!
Like Field Rite, my initial stab last week, its inspired by those creepy TV plays and BBC Christmas ghost stories that scared us witless in the early Seventies. Stuff like The Stalls of Barchester and Children of the Stones.
This short includes a sinister song I downloaded from the net. I think its called Creepy Child Singing online but its taken from the masterly film The Innocents. The lyrics were so apt I even named my film after a line in it.
Once again I realise just how hard it is to make a film in this sub-genre and my clumsy attempt at blood-letting using ketchup looks like just that, ketchup!
Still, it was a lot of fun trying to get to the 'sauce' of the story, which is essentially about a key to the devil's house.
I wish I'd have started doing stuff like this during childhood Super 8 style. If only I'd been given a cine camera along with my monster models and Project SWORD toys! Ah well, here I am nearly 60 trying it!