The Santa Clause, released at the height of Home Improvement's popularity, played like a Very Special Holiday Episode of that now-defunct television series -- what might have happened if an eggnog-saturated Tim Taylor fell asleep with visions of sugarplums in his head and woke up sporting a white beard and a suit made of red felt. Tim Allen played Scott Calvin exactly as he had inhabited Tim Taylor, as a macho yutz with a grunt for a laugh and few skills outside of being able to burn Christmas dinner -- in other words, as himself, or at least as Allen has portrayed himself during his stint on the standup circuit. Allen simply thought being on a bigger screen meant playing big enough to fill it; it was less a performance than a shrill and amplified interpretation of one he'd been giving for three years on ABC. There was nothing particularly fa-la-la-la-lovely about The Santa Clause -- its surprisingly drab and sophomoric effects were hardly special, it contained at least two truly wretched inspirational pop songs, and it played like Miracle on 34th Streetdodging a kidnapping charge. Yet, somehow, it became one of those holiday perennials, meaning it gives Mom and Dad one more option when the baby sitter's running late. Fine, as long as A Christmas Story is still somewhere in the stack of options.
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Tim Allen returns as the Jolly Old Elf in Santa Clause 2.
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From a story by Leo Benvenuti and Steve Rudnick
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There is, of course, little reason for Santa Clause 2 eight years after the original -- save, perhaps, to prove Allen's still a bankable leading man after such duds as Big Trouble, Joe Somebody and Who Is Cletis Tout?, and to make estimable holiday coin for Disney, which is seeking to stuff the ticket box by including a free ticket to the sequel in every copy of the just-released Santa Clause"special edition" DVD (frankly, it's special only if another movie's on the disc). The whole thing would be kind of repulsive if it weren't for two things: It's the movie business, so you expect this kind of crass spirit 'round the holidays, and Santa Clause 2 is a far superior film to the original, and a more meaningless sentence I will never type.
The first Clausestarted boldly grim -- scenes of divorced dad treating the children to Christmas Eve dinner at Denny's likely rubbed raw the soft spots of kids from single-parent homes -- but grew blindingly bright; the distant dad became, in a mere (as if) 90 minutes, the World's Greatest Person Ever of All Freaking Time. What bland sentiment, what bald manipulation; turns out you can suck all your life but, hey, accidentally kill Santa Claus, and you, too, can become a god. The sequel, directed by a TV refugee and written by a handful of elves, plays like the original in reverse, which at least means it offers up one genuinely intriguing subplot: It's almost tragic watching a merry magic man slowly morph from Santa to schmuck. And Allen's far more likable for the transformation; the man who didn't believe in the first movie is forced to consider and confront his shrinking back down to size. It's always more fun to watch the powerful rendered powerless, and this is nothing if not a comedy about emasculation: Santa, able to fashion presents and sleighs and snowstorms from thin air, is finally rendered impotent.
Ordinarily, that would be an issue in a film about a man seeking a woman desperate enough to meet and marry a stranger within a few days, but not here. There's but one single, attractive woman in the entire movie: Elizabeth Mitchell, playing the high school principal who's constantly punishing Santa's son, Charlie (Eric Lloyd, now eight years older and gawkier). Mitchell's Carol Newman is, like Santa's ex-wife Laura (Wendy Crewson), a reformed believer in Santa Claus; turns out she had some Christmas trauma that rendered her incapable of Santa worship. Little did she realize she'd wind up jingling Santa's bells when she got all growed up.
There's even a little naughty amidst all these niceties: Before Santa goes south, he leaves in charge of the North Pole a mechanical twin (Tim Allen in latex, in other words) who goes about turning the place into a coal-manufacturing sweatshop. Dressed in black, from beret to boots, he's a merry Mussolini -- one more fat fascist -- and it's an oddball kink in an otherwise softball story. So, too, are the additions of Kevin Pollak as a pissed-off Cupid, Peter Boyle as a dithering Father Time, Michael Dorn as a sleepy Sandman, Art LaFleur as a Tooth Fairy who wants a better name, and Aisha Tyler as a hot Mother . . . Nature, pardon. Mother Nature. And Molly Shannon shows up playing every character she ever did on Saturday Night Live, rendering her at once a burden and blessing; you're just delighted when she disappears, which instantly makes the movie all better.
