
Since most of the Halloween candies and knick-knacks are finally off the discount shelves, it’s time to think about Christmas, as the turkeys and Pilgrims are sharing space with garlands and holly. And of course that means Yuletime-set movies. In that genre, the big “playa”, going much earlier than the Grinch and Ralphie, is that scowling harbinger of humbug, Scrooge. There have been dozens of portrayals of the Charles Dickens creation on the big and small screen (since it was my first exposure to his story, I link him to Quincy Magoo), not to mention the stage, radio, and recordings. So, is there a big demand for another actor to don that top hat and nightshirt? A certain Hollywood “A-lister” ( some may say “former”), along with Paramount Studios (I just can’t say Skydance yet), seems to think so. But there’s a slight twist here, as a director mainly known for horror flicks dives a bit deeper into the past of the miser also called EBENEZER.
This version actually begins about seven years before that haunted holiday. In their shared office space, constant bickering fills the air as business partners Jacob Marley (Ian McKellen) and Ebenezer Scrooge (Johnny Depp) berate their lowly employee, Bob Cratchit (Rupert Grint). A pallor is cast over the holiday eve as Ebenezer finds Marley lying still on the cold floor near the fireplace. A flash-forward takes us to the current 1888, as Bob begs his only boss to allow him to take the day, Christmas Day, off from work. This exacerbates Ebenezer’s already foul mood, as do visits from two charity workers and his affable nephew Fred (Sam Clafin), spurning his holiday party invite. Dodging the street revelers and beggars, Ebenezer finally arrives at his doorstep. He’s stunned to see the image of his late associate, Marley, on the door’s knocker-ring. This is a mere prelude to this odd “fright night”. Marley’s ghost floats into the house, informing Ebenezer that he’ll be visited by three spirits. As you surely recall, they’re the Ghost of Christmas Past (Andrea Riseborough), the Ghost of Christmas Present (Tramell Tillman), and the scariest one, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come (Robert Strange). Scrooge revisits his sad childhood and a lost love, Belle (Ellie Bamber), drops in on the humble, impoverished home of the Cratchits, and gets a glimpse of his possible, horrifying future. Will this paranormal intervention cause the old skinflint to change his ways? Really, ya’ gotta’ ask?
As you might have guessed, the big marketing “draw” here is Depp in the title role. Plus it’s his first studio film (due to some legal skirmishes) in eight years. Oh, he’s truly “going for it”, especially in the opening act, as he almost spews venom at anyone he encounters. And if they want something from him, well…Depp imbues Scrooge with a sprightly energy, almost manic in times, putting him in the upper pantheon of “movie misers”. His infectious spirit (get it) is almost matched by McKellen, who is given a chance to really flesh out Marley, so that he’s more than a chain-rattling spectre. And we see that he and Ebenezer are quite like an elderly married couple, devoted but abrasive. Grint is also a fine Cratchit, meek at work, an adoring, morally up-right papa at home. Claflin balances Fred’s joviality and welcoming demeanor with some sadness over his estranged only relative. Luckily, Daisy Ridley is a beacon of light as his warm, bubbly wife, Clara. As for the “non-humans”, Risenborough eschews the usual sweetness of the “Past Ghost” and gives her an off-kilter, unsettling persona. Her wide, empty eyes almost pop out during a prolonged shriek. Now, Tillman as the “Now Ghost” is a lot more mellow, though he seems to quickly lose his patience with Eb, even as he begins to crack and crumble, which cuts into his furious feasting. Also of note is Bamber as Belle, the sweet, ethereal beauty that Eb foolishly let slip away.
Oh, the horror director behind the camera is director Ti West, best known for the recent trilogy of X, PEARL, and MAXXXINE. He keeps the film moving at a brisk pace, often evoking Depp’s frequent collaborator Tim Burton, with less of the whimsy, while punching up the nightmarish aspects. You may get a bit of whiplash from the abrupt tonal change prior to the “spook show”. Scrooge is almost a funny, endearing “crank” as he pretends that he’s the king of his little office-castle. Some of West’s edgier choices feel out of place, especially Eb’s physical reaction to the supernatural surprises. The shift to downbeat tragedy sometimes makes for a difficult slog through the screenwriter’s padding of the story beats. The inclusion of Eb’s caring older sister works, but the future sequences involving financial forgery and subterfuge, along with the trevails of the Cratchits, feel like the evil fates just “piling on”. Plus, the complete reworking of the original emotionally satisfying ending will rattle most holiday movie fans and especially fanatics (“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”). Happily, the art direction is top-notch, from the costumes to the period decor and the snowy cobblestone streets (shot in the UK). But it’s familiar, from the Muppet version to even Depp’s FROM HELL (is that Jack around the corner). Movie-goers who need a shot of Dickens with their eggnog will feel somewhat merry watching EBENEZER. But for this cranky traditionalist, I’ll take Magoo dancing with Gerald McBoing-Boing as Tiny Tim.
2.5 out of 4
EBENEZER is now playing in theatres everywhere








