While well-acted and visually compelling -- the cinematography actually looks old, cold and dark -- there's very little redemptive or uplifting about this "retelling" of the Christmas classic. Its revelation of the horrible, tragic origins of Scrooge's sociopathy is believable, but the spirits' means of delivering him from the aftermath of a stolen and psychotically abusive childhood are equally dark, depraved and Godless. I doubt Dickens would approve.
Review of Chapter Three: A Bag of Gravel
