We have now made it an annual tradition to get stuck overnight in the airport at Denver. Last year, we got to do it with thousands of other people. This year, according to recent weather reports, we may get to do it twice. It isn't the hardship for us that it is for some people; we view it as a lark: this year, when we arrived in Denver and found our flight was cancelled and that we couldn't fly out until the next day, we did what any sensible travelers would do: we raided the airport bookstore and then retired to a restaurant and bar where we could have dinner and become mildly intoxicated before plopping down in an empty gate for a long winter's nap. Sleeping in a pile with a unicorn, dragon, and phoenix, with a goldfish bowl tucked under my arm, is really quite cozy and not at all uncomfortable. I rather enjoy the Denver airport: it's like a really expensive shopping mall with bad selection, but they don't run you out if you decide you want to sleep there.
Anyway, now that Christmas is behind us and we are beginning to pack for home, we take one last wistful look back and notice that some of our fellow bloggers have been writing of our favorite holiday movie, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. In particular, please note the review at It Came from Allen's Brain, where you will find the film reinterpreted as a christological allegory, further proof that you can do that to anything if you strain your brain (or Allen's) hard enough. I haven't decided yet if I think it's a good idea to interpret everything as a story about Christ. Part of me thinks it's a lot like interpreting everything as a story about the bourgeoisie oppressing the proletariat or as a story about men oppressing women. It's really, really interesting--for about ten minutes.
For another, much more subversive take on the movie, check out the review at The B-Movie Catechism. EegahInc has given the film a twisted yet somehow convincing reading. According to him, the movie isn't about Jesus, but about bad parenting. What he seems to be saying, and he has a good case, is that the movie's basic moral sucks. Maybe curing children's TV addiction by giving them more toys isn't the solution. Those Martian parents should have kicked them out of the life pod and made them play outside instead.