The Holly King
By Chris Martin
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Holidays with the Hancocks of Beverly Hills: too many presents, too much booze, a lot of tears. Youngest son Carson, now a documentary filmmaker, recalls those times with survivor's fascination, curiosity and some obsession: what is it with Christmas? The result: a documentary on the history and the current state of Christmas, by way of visits to his surviving family members. When his film goes nowhere, it's up to a friend to not only describe but retell the film frame by frame. "The Holly King" is truly the book of the movie, and a sometimes funny, sometimes serious, sometimes satirical look not only at the holiday season, but also at the emblems and excesses of our culture today and its place in history.
What starts out as a jackass mockumentary, "Why Do You Hate Christmas?" becomes a wildly sprawling exploration of the Christmas holiday itself, how it's celebrated today and how his mother, his sister and his brother are living out theeevents and choices in their lives.
After an animated segment on the the early church and its holidays, reminiscent of Terry Gilliam and Michael Moore, Carson visits his mother Dianne, once a successful caterer to the stars, now retired to the gated community Hosanna Hills, a wealthy Southern Californian enclave built and developed according to the next wave in evangelical mega-church luxury, evangelocalism, a cross between DIY craftmaking, Shaker communities and Whole Foods.
The next year, it's on to a visit to his sister, Shannon, the one time rrriot girl and soft porn photographic muse once known as Tillie Harm. Having retired from a life of wasted glamor, Shannon now lives on a rural farm, making cheese and holding costumed solstice parties with her Neo-Iron Age earth-sculptor husband Ken. This years party intends to unveil Ken's latest eco-installment, the Solstice Alidade, a North American Stonehenge. Never mind the overcast weather: tractor lights will work.
Finally, a trip to see his brother, Humphrey, the oldest. A runaway when Carson was younger, Humphrey lived on the streets in Seattle among anarchists and squatters, angry and revolutionary. When a tragedy strikes in the squatters camp, he goes to Peter, the innovative priest who ministered to the street kids. When Peter dies, however, Humphrey has no place to go with his grief but the neo-monastic order, Mashipan. Founded by the radical Father Archibald Solano as a sanctuary for lapsing priests, Humphrey is invited not as a believer but as the true non-believer, the questioner of faith, the holly king. His affect on the brothers – and sisters – of Mashipan leads to the complete reawakening of the monastery and its mission of engagement with the world. Carson's visit with his brother is a step-by-step retelling of his brother's remarkable journey.
The Holly King is not the usual Christmas story. It is a surprisimg, funny, unexpected tale that covers a lot of ground: the dying cult of Mithras, the TV Christmas special of reality show/Jersey Shore-like star Pootie, the hallucinatory Wilde Jagd, Yule goats in Rio, Monty Python-like animated sequences, anarchists and squatters, gated Christian communities, Neo-Iron Age earth-sculptures, sleighs made of reindeer bones, Industrial Revolution couture, theorboes, devotional art lend-lease programs with the Vatican, lapsed monks and their secular monastery. In the satiric vein of Catch 22, David Foster Wallace, Kurt Vonnegut and Mark Leyner, "The Holly King" asks the question, Why is there Christmas?
Chris Martin
Chris Martin is a screenwriter specializing in historical fiction, action, and romance. He graduated from Full Sail University with a BS in Film and is currently pursuing a BFA in Creative Writing. He has published works on Potato Soup Journal and Webtoon. He is a member of Full Sail's Creative Writing Club and also served as a member of the U.S. Army.
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The Holly King - Chris Martin
THE HOLLY KING
or, Why Do You Hate Christmas?
by
Chris Martin
Smashwords Edition
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The Holly King;
or, Why Do You Hate Christmas?
Copyright © 2012 Chris Martin
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Part One: A Christmas Office Party
Part Two: Carson’s Movie Begins
Part Three: The Animation Sequence (about Christmas)
Part Four: Christmas in Hosanna Hills, CA
Part Five: Christmas with Tillie Harm
Part Six: Christmas in a Monastery
Part Seven: Christmas in a Monastery Continues
Part Eight: Christmas Ends
ALSO:
Contact
Biography
Additional Art
Additional Work
Breakfast First, Then Alpha Centauri
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The holly bears a blossom
as white as lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
to be our sweet saviour
The holly bears a berry
as red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
to do poor sinners good.
The holly bears a prickle
as sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
on Christmas Day in the morn.
The holly bears a bark as
bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
for to redeem us all.
The holly and the ivy,
now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
the holly bears the crown.
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Part One
In which I meet Carson Hancock at a Christmas party, and he gives me a
copy of his DVD, Why Do You Hate Christmas?
Deep into the Christmas season last year, I was at an office party munching a samosa festively speckled red and green, watching animated elves top-rocking and Indian stepping across a cheaply animated winter wonderland. Lolling on their simply drawn, zigzagging tunic shoulders, under simply drawn elves’ hats, were the real-life faces of startled employees, who clearly weren’t told their photo would wind up towering and unavoidably beamed on the front wall of their year end party. Surprise.
My girlfriend had slipped away to the martini fountain so I was alone, leaning cowboy style against one of the bar tables. We were in a time out. A tense fight over Christmas cards was still lingering.
Two guys I didn’t know planted themselves on two thirds of this little table and started laughing at each other. They were irritating and I thought about moving but a hand grabbed at my shoulder. This was going to be someone I didn’t want to see. I turned around but no one was there, so I twisted even more. Almost directly behind me, having made no effort to come around and face me, was slight, seasonally scarfed, Keaton-faced Carson Hancock. The flickering light of the dancing elves was all over his hair. He nodded sharply: Hello. A black-shirted waiter dodged him at the last second, hoisting empty glasses. Carson chooses the worst places to stand.
He is a friend of a friend, a semi-mysterious traveller along the periphery of some social and professional groups I’m in. I produce corporate videos and, occasionally, cheap independent features and reality show pilots. You haven’t heard of any of them.
Like a lot of people in this business, I try to believe that when I work on the visual equivalent of memos from upper management ("Sexual Harassment is Not an Option"), or desperate reality shows (Interstate Rest Stop Ghosts), it is to pay for the time I keep my heart open for more meaningful projects. I work hard at sustaining this belief, even, or despite, teaching at a local film school. This is why I look forward to seeing Carson. He manages to be a filmmaker without having to make money at it. He knows film, not the business.
Otherwise, he is just quiet and droll. And also edgily, socially alert. His eyes shift to an offhand gesture you make, or he stops in mid-sentence and waits impassively for a shift in your posture to settle. It’s a habit that makes you feel either important or a fake. Needless to say, uncomfortable lulls always come up with Carson and almost none of them are your fault. He’s never this awkward in his movie, though. On the contrary.
I’m just a little older than Carson and the people he went to school with, by only a few years. I lucked into some paying gigs quickly after graduation, starting as an executive’s assistant. That turned into a few coordinators jobs on movies people still remember and because of that some think I am successful. In fact, I am a non-starter on my own projects. I can’t shake that crisis of belief I fall into, either over my own ideas or the reasons people should have to fund them.
But whenever I spend time with Carson I have a feeling he’s taking in every word I’ve said and, after careful internal debate, will decisively dismiss them as industry crap. Something To Avoid. I think this encourages him to keep asking my opinions on every kind of movie. I know I like it when talented people ask my opinion, but I also know, to him, I am a negative pole against which all other virtuous cinematic ideas are measured because, when in doubt, I am snarky, cynical and aggressively dubious in just the ways the industry prefers. And I work on shows like My Mom’s a Gangland Stripper!
It used to be a favorite social tick of his to quote movies verbatim, explosively and ad hoc. So when he said at this Christmas party, I thought you’d be here. I have something I want you to see,
I racked my brain: I thought you’d be here, I thought you’d be here... Jules Dassin? Thieves’ Highway? But he quickly produced a DVD and offered it to me. It was titled: Why Do You Hate Christmas?
Oh.
I looked at him. The quirky, disjointed Carson Hancock I knew before had given way to a man of purpose and ambition. This was his movie.
It’s too big to post on line,
he said. I knew it was a feature, but I wondered if he meant in some self-marketing momentousness. I turned it around in my hands and said I liked the cover: an upside down Christmas tree hanging from telephone wires, like a pair of sneakers.
And I don’t really like the title,
he said while I was examining the cover. But tell me what you think.
At the same time he spoke, I was saying, Right – I’ve heard about this,
and looked up but Carson was already headed away. I watched him exit with a nimble sidestep around a dancing couple leading with their butts in a party-sloppy Chubby Checker twist. I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.
But yeah: one of the reasons I was familiar with his movie was the title. I never liked it, but everyone else in our little film community latched onto it right away. They liked to talk to him about it in excited, future tense, like an inside joke about to strike. Then the project somehow got bigger and then Carson disappeared, apparently working on it with windowless, hermetic filmmaker devotion.
They liked the title, I guess, because it harkens to that viral video a few years ago of Pootie’s mother yelling WHY DO YOU HATE CHRISTMAS?!?
over and over and over. Over and over so much it became a rolling snowball of derision across the schoolyard internet, a snowball sent down the mountainside towards sleepy, innocent Whoville, collecting spinoffs, parodies, auto-tune tributes, photo memes and lame late night tributes.
Just in time for Christmas.
What? Not familiar? Dare to know more? Why Do You Hate Christmas?!?
comes from A Very Pootie Christmas. Starring the very same Pootie of Beach House fame, the reality show set down the Jersey Shore, who, yes, was such a hot item that the network gave her her own show, Ventnor. As in Ventnor City, the southern capital of the Jersey Shore. Ventnor went nowhere, thank god, though they obviously wanted it to thrive in A Very Pootie Christmas. No doubt an idea that sounded good in the writer’s room soon after Ventnor was greenlit. Only, presto!, it fell into TV infamy.
It goes like this: Pootie’s mother comes to visit the day before Christmas, arms full of groceries and presents to make up with her daughter after some past act of petulance. Her daughter – Pootie – has been making this big point of saying how much she hates Christmas because everyone is all like freakin’ happy.
When Mama arrives she finds Pootie all depressed, something about a fight Pootie’s had with her boyfriend because, well, the boyfriend says he likes Christmas because of the rockin’ Christmas sex and Pootie is feeling, like, all betrayed. He should totally know she hates Christmas.
The rest of the show, surprise, is A Christmas Carol
updated for the badda-bing generation. But before all the ghosts, there’s this one epic moment of brutacious line delivery, Mama chastises Pootie for her unChristmas-like behavior. They launch into a shouting match over the meaning of Christmas (Mama pro, Pootie con), and Mama, riding the Valkyrian crest of Christmas joy yells, Why do you hate Christmas!?!
with such unnerving incandescence it takes a while for your senses to settle down. It’s truly unbelievable. Pootie slams the door in her ma’s face and then goes all freakin’ crazy with the triad visitation of ghosts played by the non-actors of Beach House. It never aired. But thanks to pirated copies like mine, everyone who wants it can be touched by Pootie’s Christmas fable for all ages.
I can only guess that Carson glommed onto the WDYHC!?! culture-gag early on, thinking maybe of adding a layer of his own to the pixel-crusted snowball. Maybe he set out with only a three minute poke at A Very Pootie Christmas in mind and in the end felt committed to the title. I don’t know. Because his movie quickly tosses aside the hipster Xmas parodies and defamations and, instead, seems to take the WDYHC?!? question more and more seriously. As if he went climbing to the roof to show off and make some holiday mischief, capered and tap danced up there for a while until, embarrassed by himself and his behavior, made his way down the chimney and into the memory hole of his family’s home where he rediscovered the shag-carpeted, liquor-drenched living room he left them in with its listing, ignored Christmas tree and the family long gone, even disbanded. Why Do You Hate Christmas? is Carson’s motion picture memoir.
Before watching it, I only knew a little of Hancock lore. The father lived and worked high in the invisible strata of insurance executives, while the mother was a self-made caterer to the stars. Their two eldest children, Humphrey and Shannon (who used to go by the nom de celeb Tillie Harm; remember her?) flung off whatever legacy their parents meant to bequeath them and hit the road upon graduation, one after the other. Certainly not together. They were – are, still – dueling spirits. Their rivalry during adolescence would only truce up when joining forces against Mommy and Daddy. Carson is the youngest by about 11 years. I’m not surprised to learn he grew up in the peace and quiet behind a closed door.
Even though I promised Carson at the party I’d get to it right away, or at least promised him to myself, entire months passed by. A fruitless trip to Sundance, the Super Bowl, the Oscars, President’s Day weekend, St.