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<text id=94TT1661>
<title>
Nov. 28, 1994: Cinema:Too Much of a Gooey Thing
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Nov. 28, 1994 Star Trek
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
ARTS & MEDIA/CINEMA, Page 80
Too Much of a Gooey Thing
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<p> A pair of Santa movies bears overstuffed sacks of sentiment
</p>
<p>By Richard Schickel
</p>
<p> Santa Claus? Of course we believe in him. If we can believe
in Newt Gingrich we can believe in anything. The real question
is, Do we believe in Santa Claus movies? There are two on screens
at the moment, and the best that can be said for them is that
they offer a clear-cut choice: you can take your seasonal dose
of sappy sentiment either in stuffy traditional or tacky modernist
form. Miracle on 34th Street, as befits a remake we probably
don't need, offers us a Santa Claus cut along classic lines--round, twinkly and played with a nice, comforting restraint
by the redoubtable Richard Attenborough. The Santa Clause presents
us with an Anti-Claus, Tim Allen of Home Improvement, hard-edged,
discomfitingly frenetic and spritzing cheerless one-liners.
</p>
<p> Certainly Attenborough has the more agreeable role, since his
Kriss Kringle is utterly secure in his identity. He knows he
really is Santa Claus and hasn't the slightest desire to be
anyone else. How it is that he ends up defending himself in
court when mean people question his sanity is a tale too familiar
to relate once again: it has been available on television--in a less overbearing version--every Christmas season for
almost a half-century. Given these circumstances, it betrays
no secrets to say that aided by smart lawyering, shrewd media
manipulation and a child's faith, he beats a bum rap.
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<p> Allen, on the other hand, is obliged to play a man named Scott
Calvin, a hard-charging, fast-rising toy-company executive who
is pressed into service as a substitute St. Nick in circumstances
at once too complicated and too stupid to explain. He finds
to his dismay that the job is his for all eternity (that--Get it?--is the Santa clause buried in some fine print he
didn't get a chance to read), and he is understandably skeptical
about whether taking over operations at the North Pole is a
great career move. To achieve a happy resolution of his dilemma
requires the intervention of insistent (and charmless) elves,
much desperate plotting and a number of cheesy special effects.
</p>
<p> Different as these movies are in tone and development, they
both address the same basic issue. In The Santa Clause, Scott
gets into trouble because he wants to rescue his son (Eric Lloyd)
from the rationalism of his psychiatrist stepfather (Judge Reinhold),
who keeps insisting that it is unhealthy for the boy to believe
in fantasy figures. In Miracle, Kriss has to perform the same
task for Susan Walker (Mara Wilson), whose Mom (an overchilled
Elizabeth Perkins) represents unyielding reason.
</p>
<p> Risking Scrooginess, one might observe that commonsensical immunity
to whimsy may be a bore, but even when carried to the grim lengths
exhibited here, it's not a major cause of familial dysfunction.
But forget that; we don't go to the movies, especially Christmas
movies, expecting much in the way of useful social commentary.
What's really wrong with these pictures--Attenborough's sweet,
smart performance aside--is that their sentiments are completely
predictable and completely unfelt. They're just the standard
seasonal slush. You can get the same emotional and imaginative
kick staying home and rereading your Christmas cards.
</p>
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