Eventually, we were all going to get to this one. You know exactly where we are going.

This is my review of Rusty Rail Brewing Vanilla Wolf King:

In 1843 a verbose, overrated writer wrote a story that confused the hell out of everyone for generations that lingers to this day. What was so confusing? That it doesn’t really snow in London, we just think it does all the time because Dickens wrote it as part of the story. Hell, we think its foggy in London when the entire time it was just smog. Who knew?

The Muppet’s Christmas Carol starts, and finishes almost like every other adaptation of Dickens’ classic novel. Scrooge is a grouchy, soulless, Victorian-era financier that chooses monetary success over love in nearly every step of his life. Yes, but this one is played by My Cocaine performing his Magnum Opus, and he is a serious British actor. British actors are constantly compared favorably to American actors, because they take this shit seriously. Except they convinced this one to be surrounded by Muppets.

They could have made it goofy, childish, and just another Xmas movie I could otherwise forget about 11 months out of the year and dread having to watch for the thousandth time—but they didn’t. This is credited with being one of the most faithful adaptations of the novel, and most of this is accomplished through the narrator character played by Gonzo. Nearly all of his lines are directly from the book, and even conveys the story through the narrator’s point of view. Typically, movie adaptations of books cannot get this right, since the point of view is always the camera. All of this is said with one caveat: Tiny Tim dies in the novel, but nearly every version I’ve seen takes this liberty. He’s a malnourished child in a Dickensian shithole, he has to die at some point.

Can it be made today? Probably. Someone tries a new version of it at least once a decade. In the end, this is probably one of the more beloved Xmas movies for people my age because quite frankly it came out when I was 8. As always, Scrooge is scared shitless by the ghosts and has a complete change of heart. No longer is he a rich, grouchy asshole, he’s now kind hearted gentleman that is probably out of business because its implied he cuts people slack on their house payments. Dickens didn’t care much for capitalism, did he?

This is the last of the gift given to me by DB back in May. Why did I wait? Because FYTW…okay that’s not very good Xmas spirit. Because reviewing this when it was out of season would be in poor taste. Why tell you how awesome it is, when you have to wait until winter to find it? You were going to forget, so I took it upon myself to wait. Besides, its easier to keep my own ass in check than yours. Anyways, this one is delightful. Given DB’s other picks I was expecting some sort of ā€œAlbinoā€ Wolf King which would require a GoT themed review. I’m not doing that again. Its more oatmeal than vanilla, not sweet enough to hit the White Girl Beer alarm, and frankly it has a lot of booze. Thankfully that hits you more on the backend and you aren’t left giggling hysterically at Muppet movie. Rusty Rail Brewing Vanilla Wolf King: 4.6/5