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The Day of the Beast is very likely the best Christmas movie that came out in 1995. I don’t have any way to prove that but after watching it I can say it feels like something I’ve always needed in my life. This Spanish “black comedy horror” is about as rip roaring as a long acid trip with your buddies that goes completely off the rails. That makes more sense when you consider Jose Maria, a death metal dude who’s holding a bunch of acid, (and feeding it to his pants-less grandpa) gets roped into a mission to stop the birth of the antichrist in Madrid on Christmas eve. Father Ángel Berriartúa comes into the record shop and is looking for the most satanic record he can find, trying to figure out any clue where this antichrist will be born. He ends up staying at a hostel owned by Jose’s mom and they decide to kidnap a local tv psychic/celebrity to summon the devil for more details. Saying things go off the rails is a vast understatement. All three end up tripping balls as the adventure kicks into high gear, heading to the tv studio, the underground metal club, chasing down some virgin blood, getting chased by the cops, hanging from the side of a building, berating a crowd at a Nostradamus symposium, and meeting with a goat inside a pentagram, etc. That’s pretty much all I needed to make it my favorite Spanish language Christmas antichrist movie ever. 9 satanic demo tapes out of 10.
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