When a band of marauders puts a bullet in Mrs. Claus’ brain, Santa loses it. Christmas is dead to him. The only thing he now holds close to his heart is a bottle of scotch.
Perpetually drunk, Santa decides to end it all in a swan dive from the sleigh, but lives. He sets himself on fire, but lives. Turns out, as long as one child on earth still believes in Santa Claus, the Jolly man is immortal. But Santa doesn’t decide to use his new found invulnerability to fight the undead hordes, oh no, he packs his war sleigh and shoots off to find that one kid who, even in a post-apocalyptic world, still believes. And he plans on cutting that kid in half with a chainsaw, just so he can finally punch his own ticket.
In that same, very short, review I said the images of Santa fighting hordes of the undead were begging for a big screen adaptation. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work that one out, thus the announcement that Hollywood Gang, the production outfit responsible for 300 and a handful of upcoming comic films, has stabbed their flag right in the chest of Duggan & Posehn’s tale.
Other than that there really aren’t any details. No one tapped for the screenplay, no one sized up for the director’s chair. Which leads me to think this thing isn’t going anywhere any time soon. But, since I have a blog I should be doing what bloggers do best; may I suggest to the deaf ears that aren’t even listening, let Jon Favreau take the reigns on this one. We’d get practical effects and one wacky bookend to Elf.