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Christmas Comes But Once a Year
Reviewed by Edward Larsen Terkelsen

USA, NR, 9 m, 1936
Directed by Dave Fleischer. Stars Jack Mercer, Mae Questel.

 

The Fleischer Brothers’ Christmas Comes But Once a Year is in many ways a companion piece to their whimsical masterwork, Somewhere in Dreamland. Both “Color Classics” take place during the Great Depression and both feature cherub-faced ragamuffins (or hard-up Campbell Kids) for whom the magic of Christmas is sadly out of reach. But Christmas Comes But Once a Year isn’t as heartrending as Somewhere in Dreamland—it’s more raucous, zany. The setting is a drafty, tumbledown orphanage—a Dickensian nightmare that’s conspicuously sans adult supervision. (Are the folks in charge getting schnockered on cups of cheer at the alehouse across the way?) Little patched stockings dangle from the fireplace mantle, next to which stands an undernourished Yule tree that has lost most of its needles. (The one Charlie Brown came up with for the holiday pageant was downright lush by comparison.) When the sun finally brings on the high point of the hap-happiest season of all, the dormitory (its beds, as you would expect, are outfitted with lumpy, mite-infested mattresses and tattered sheets) bursts to life, and the children—a strangely androgynous lot—skip barefoot to the mess of playthings that awaits them whilst singing the jolliest of jingles:

Christmas comes but once a year.
Now it’s here, now it’s here
Bringing lots of joy and cheer.
Tra la la la la…

And they’re given the kinds of presents that still bring ankle-biters lots of joy and cheer today: a popgun, a tricycle, a Teddy Bear. But after just a few minutes of play, it becomes painfully apparent that Santa’s workshop has been cutting corners: the toys literally fall to pieces. So now the kids (any one of whom I’m sure wasn’t nearly naughty enough to deserve this big lump of coal up the ol’ wazoo) are sitting amongst a heap of useless junk, wailing at the top of their lungs. But was Papá Noel the one who jerked these strays, or was it the grasping, soulless creatures who run the orphanage? Hard to say, but the tots’ pitiful cries can be heard all the way outside, alerting Professor Grampy, who’s happening by in his motorized sled, to their predicament. He slips through a window in the kitchen and grabs whatever utensil or appliance he can to fashion a new batch of toys: a tea kettle and a set of saucers become a train engine, a lidded pot and some string become a ukulele, and a doohickey and a thingamajig become a whatchamacallit. Gags like this were a Fleischer trademark; producer Max, after all, shared Grampy’s obsession with inventing stuff. Only the angels know how many patents Max acquired through the years, but the one he held on the rotoscope, a device animators could use to trace over live-action film, transformed the industry. (It gave those early Disney pictures like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs their eerily fluid sense of motion.) Another one of Max's more noteworthy creations was the rotograph, which enabled animated characters to move around in three-dimensional environments. The effects it produced in Somewhere in Dreamland were striking, and it’s also put to good use in Christmas Comes But Once a Year, particularly during the final shot in which the waifs and Grampy (this was the only time he didn’t serve as a co-star to Betty Boop) dance around an impossibly huge Christmas tree that makes the one in Rockefeller Center look like, well, a Charlie Brown tree. 

December 25, 2009 

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