Instead of calling the police, he gets a ladder and startles the hell out of the jolly old elf on his roof. Calvin comes to the more reasonable conclusions that there’s a home intruder on his roof. This all sounds wholesome enough–nothing much seems to happen in the all white fake Illinois town–right up until Charlie alerts his dad that there’s “such a clatter” on the roof. Instead, he gets Denny’s for a Christmas dinner. The son, Charlie (Eric Lloyd), wants his dad to pay more attention to him. The new husband, Neal (Judge Reinhold), is a psychiatrist, and thus worthy of our scorn.
Scott Calvin (note the initials) is an advertising executive for a successful toy company, but seems dead inside.
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In The Santa Clause, he plays a typical mid-nineties movie sad bad dad, incapable of relating to his kid and at odds with his ex-wife’s (Wendy Crewson) new husband. Pretty heavy stuff for a Tim Allen vehicle from 1994, but there it is. If you kill him, you must take his place in the world, and you lose yourself in the process. Instead of a heart-warming tale of what it would be like if your father was Santa, this film presents a world where Santa is a role much like Death. Most holiday films don’t hinge their plots on involuntary manslaughter, but most holiday films aren’t as inadvertently grim as The Santa Clause.