Niagara Falls, Frankie Angel: Why SCROOGED (1988) is the Best Christmas Movie of All Time, and Bill Murray's Best Performance

I first saw Scrooged (and loved it) when I was six years old.  I was surprised, then, once I reached the age of reason, that the movie actually wasn't very well received.  Roger Ebert, who is the critic of record as far as I'm concerned, called it "disquieting" and "unsettling," and even its star, Bill Murray, was semi-apologetic about it in an interview, hedging that it "could have been a really, really great movie." Well, it is.

Few movies nowadays are completely dependent on the persona of the lead actor to succeed.  Scrooged is an iconic Bill Murray performance, the best of his career, and probably the only time the actor has truly been permitted to own a movie.  Murray is a powerhouse in the film, and it is entirely centered around his performance.  If his progression from miserly millionaire to humble humanitarian were not believable, the film would fall apart.  The movie is co-written by Michael O'Donoghue, the brilliant "Saturday Night Live" co-creator who helped to shape Murray's persona.  I assume it was O'Donoghue who took Ebenezer Scrooge and made him into a character only Murray could have played.

Murray is Frank Cross, the youngest TV network president in history.  His network, IBC, has its reputation riding on a multimillion-dollar live presentation of Scrooge (the more things change...) with Buddy Hackett as Ebenezer.  Cross, who shed much of his humanity while climbing the corporate ladder, lambastes his executives, tortures his harried assistant (Alfre Woodard), ignores his only brother (real-life brother John Murray), and reluctantly sucks up to the chair of the board of directors (Robert Mitchum) to keep a stronghold on his job. (A sniveling kiss-ass played with relentless grinning positivity by John Glover represents a plausible threat.)


When his deceased old boss (John Forsythe) appears to him and warns him of the three ghosts, he's appropriately skeptical.  Scrooged takes place in a world where Charles Dickens's story has been eaten, devoured, and regurgitated by every Very Special TV Hour known to man.  The TV show Frank is producing, while well-mounted, is as cynical an exploitation of Christmas as has ever been presented.  Scrooge's first appearance is preceded by a kickline of street urchins played by the Rockettes, and Tiny Tim (Mary Lou Retton) accentuates his "God bless us" line with a somersault and several backflips.  Mitchum, whose performance is a deadpan masterpiece, presses onto Frank that cats and dogs are becoming a key market, and urges him to feature mice more prominently in the show (the more things change...).

Murray, playing a truly deplorable character in early scenes, lends a unique vulnerability to Frank.  His frequent ironic quips are hysterically funny and delivered with inimitable timing, but also portray an unfortunately distant character who cautiously avoids relating to people or feeling feelings.  Frank is less a Dickensian miser than a 1980s yuppie who's desperate to hang on to the fortune for which he's stepped on so many people.  One of those people is his ex-girlfriend Claire (Karen Allen, whose smile lights a thousand Christmas trees), a charity organizer whose plain niceness is confounding to him.

Frank's character arc is always believable, and more complex than the fairly simple journey of the typical Scrooge.  His dealings with the first two ghosts are riddled with false epiphanies and rationalizations: when the Ghost of Christmas Past (played as a reckless, unshaven cab driver by David Johansen) takes him to see his childhood home, he scoffs, "I get it. You're here to show me my past, and I'm supposed to get all dully-eyed and mushy." The Ghost's response to this is one of the funniest lines in the film, and right on the money.

Murray reportedly disagreed with director Richard Donner's vision for the film: maybe Murray saw it as more of a straight comedy while Donner, who shortly thereafter co-created the terrific "Tales from the Crypt" TV series, wanted to accentuate the horror aspects of the film.  Donner was correct; the performances provide the comedy, and the movie only works if played straight against it.  Danny Elfman's haunting score sounds like the Nutcracker Suite appropriated by Philip Glass.  Above all, the movie isn't afraid to take the ghosts seriously.  Forsythe's first appearance, in ghastly Tom Burman makeup, is admittedly pretty scary, and Frank's walk through his future is a stripped-down nightmare (though Donner allows himself one indulgent shot that's a cheeky Hitchcock parody).

It all culminates in a third-act explosion in which a newly reformed Frank ambles onto the set of his Scrooge special, interrupts the broadcast and delivers a speech that in the mouth of any other actor would seem maudlin and unnatural.  It could not have been easy, but Murray finds the absolute right note, and his utter joy and earnestness in proclaiming, "I get it now!" is a truly moving transformation.  It's a gargantuan outpouring of emotion that's comparable to Hickey's last-act monologue in The Iceman Cometh: it's that honest and that good, and Murray is more alive than he's ever been in anything, as a man who's completely taken aback to learn that he's still capable of feeling joy.

**** out of ****