I really like this movie as an adult but I am not sure that it is appropriate for young kids though. The Nightmare Before Christmas originated in a poem written by Tim Burton in 1982, while he was working as a Disney animator. With the success of Vincent in the same year, Disney started to consider developing The Nightmare Before Christmas as either a short film or 30-minute television special. Over the years, Burton’s thoughts regularly returned to the project, and in 1990, he made a development deal with Disney. Production started in July 1991 in San Francisco. Disney decided to release the film under their Touchstone Pictures banner because they thought the movie would be “too dark, and scary for kids.
The movie was masterpiece in animation techniques and did very well in box office.
The Nightmare Before Christmas Quotes:
Mayor: Jack, please, I’m only an elected official here, I can’t make decisions by myself!
Santa: ‘Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams. For the story you’re about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld. Now you’ve probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven’t I’d say it’s time you begun.
Jack Skellington: [singing] There’s children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they’re busy building toys / and absolutely no one’s dead!
Dr. Finkelstein: What a joy to think of all *we’ll* have in common. *We’ll* have conversations *worth* having.
Dr. Finkelstein: Sally! You came back.
Sally: I had to.
Dr. Finkelstein: For this.
[holds Sally’s detatched arm; she causes it to wave at herself]
Sally: [smiles] Yes.
Dr. Finkelstein: Shall we, then?
Mayor: How horrible our Christmas will be!
Jack Skellington: *No.*
[the Mayor switches to his upset face]
Jack Skellington: How *jolly*!
Mayor: Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be.
Jack Skellington: No, Zero. Down, boy… My, what a brilliant nose you have. The better to light my way! You’re the head of the team, Zero!
Lock, Shock, Barrel: Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
Lock: I wanna do it.
Barrel: Let’s draw straws!
Shock: Jack said we should work together.
Barrel: Three of a kind.
Lock: Birds of a feather.
Lock, Shock, Barrel: Now and forever!
Jack Skellington: And one more thing…
[stops Barrel from leaving]
Jack Skellington: leave that no-account Oogie-Boogie out of this!
Barrel: Whatever you say, Jack.
Shock: Of course, Jack.
Lock: Wouldn’t dream of it, Jack.
[a view from behind reveals their fingers are crossed]
Santa: [from in the bag] Me on vacation? On Christmas Eve?
Barrel: Where are we taking him?
Lock: To Oogie Boogie, of course. There’s no where in the whole world more comfortable than *that*. And Jack *said* to make him comfortable, didn’t he?
Barrel, Shock: Yes, he did.
Santa: [singing] Release me now or you’ll have to face the dire consequences. / The children are expecting me, so please come to your senses.
Oogie Boogie Man: [singing] You’re jokin’, you’re jokin’! / I can’t believe my ears! / Would someone shut this fella up? / I’m drownin’ in my tears! / It’s funny, I’m laughing! / You really are too much. / And now, with your permission, / I’m going to do my stuff.
[snake dangles from his mouth]
Santa: [fearfully] What are you going to do?
Oogie Boogie Man: I’m gonna do the best I can!
Jack Skellington: [singing] And on a dark cold night, under full moonlight, he flies into the fog like a vulture in the sky!
[in a deeper tone]
Jack Skellington: And they call him, Sandy… Clawssss…!
Jack Skellington: [singing] I’m a master of fright, / and a demon of light, / and I’ll scare you right out of your pants. / To a guy in Kentucky / I’m Mister Unlucky / And I’m know thoughout England and France, / And since I am dead, / I can take off my head /
Jack Skellington: to recite Shakespearean quotations. / No animal or man /
[puts it back on]
Jack Skellington: Can SCREAM like I can / With the fury of my recitations.
Dr. Finkelstein: Mm, what’s this?
Dr. Finkelstein: Wormswort! Mmm…
[prepares to take a bite but then sniffs suspiciously]
Dr. Finkelstein: …And frog’s breath?
Sally: [innocently] What’s wrong? I thought you *liked* frog’s breath.
Dr. Finkelstein: Nothing’s more suspicious than frog’s breath! Until *you* taste it, I won’t swallow a spoonful!
Sally: I’m not hungry.
[shrugs and in doing so pretends to accidentally knock over the spoon he holds up]
Dr. Finkelstein: [as she shoves the spoon aside on the floor and, still bent over, removes a slotted spoon from her sock] You want me to starve! An old man like me who hardly has strength as it is! Me! To whom you owe your very *life*!
Sally: Oh, don’t be silly!
[Dips the sifting spoon in the soup and pretends to taste it]
Sally: Mmmm! See? Scrumptious.
Mayor: [singing] What a splendid idea! This Christmas sounds fun. I fully endorse it –
[while shooing away a bat he switches his face to look unhappy]
Mayor: let’s try it at once!
Sally: I had the most terrible vision.
Jack Skellington: That’s splendid!
Sally: No – it was about your Christmas. There was smoke… and fire!
Jack Skellington: That’s not *my* Christmas! *My* Christmas is filled with laughter, and joy… and this: my Sandy Claws outfit. I want you to make it.
Sally: Jack, please listen to me. It’s going to be a disaster!
Jack Skellington: How could it be? Just follow the pattern!
[holds up design of outfit]
Jack Skellington: This part’s red, the trim is white…
Sally: It’s a mistake, Jack!
Jack Skellington: Now don’t be modest. Who else is clever enough to make my Sandy Claws outfit?
Jack Skellington: I have every confidence in you.
Sally: But it seems wrong to me. Very wrong.
Jack Skellington: [singing] You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems! But why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone! Not anyone, in fact, but me! Why, I could make a Christmas tree! And there’s not a reason I can find, I couldn’t have a Christmastime! I bet I could improve it, too! And that’s exactly what I’ll do!
Jack Skellington: Merry Christmas! And what is your name?
Kid: uh… uh…
Jack Skellington: That’s all right. I have a present for you anyway. There ya go, sonny! Ho ho ho! HEEHEEHEE!
[slips out the chimney]
Mother: And what did Santa bring you, Honey?
[kid shows parents his present – a shrunken head; parents scream]
Jack Skellington: [flying away] Merry Christmas!