Although the audience was sold as a wonderful festive comedy for the family, Johnon Paski's blockbuster in 1994 has a perverse premise in the heart. Daddy Daddy Scott Calvin (Tim Allen) takes care of his young son Charlie (Eric Lloyd) on a Christmas night when, on the roof, a knocker appears. He goes to examine her and finds the very real Santa Claus preparing to go down the chimney. Scott shouts and surprises Santa Claus, causing the cheerful old man to fall from the roof to his death. The random murder of Santa is a strange place to start a hearty fable for children, Much less Disney's "Santa Claus" franchise.

Then Scott finds a business card among Santa Claus items, attracting him to donate the fur red coat and collect the Christmas gig where Santa left. Scott, however, returns the sleigh to the North Pole and is informed by Main Elf Bernard (David Krumholz) In the said coat, he officially took over Santa's mantle. (He did not read the fine printing of the Santa Claus card, it turns out). Over the next year, Scott is slowly starting to mutate in Santa Claus. He gains weight, his hair goes gray, and the chin comes incredibly fast. It has a darker, twisted, cronenberg version of this story housed in Disney's light fantasy ahead of us, a film in which Scott is revolted by his slow bodily mutations. Of course, the "Santa Claus clause" has no shame to be completely terrible.

Indeed, the manufacturers of the Santa Clause eventually had to cut a pretty adult joke from their film after the initial theatrical running and posting of VHS. There is a scene early in the film in which Scott's ex -wife, played by Wendy's crew, offers to give him a phone number. He gives up, "1-800-spank-me? I know that number". (Tee hee.) Per 1994 report in Orlando SentinelHowever, "1-800-spank-ME" was a very real telephone sex line, and was flooded by choosing iousubopitic children after watching the film.

Of course, Calvin was flapped. The crew's face was not a professional phone operator, nor any other type of sex worker. Calvin entered Sigmas for sex work, designing them on his former. Would be fun if the crew fired at Calvin That sex work is work.

The line 1-800-spank-ME, according to Sentinel, costs between $ 2.50 and $ 4,99 per minute, and at least one iousbopitic 10-year-old-no surveillance cost their parents about $ 400 in phone accounts. "Santa Claus" released a domestic video in 1995, with incidents that climbed in 1996. Disney was flooded with complaints, of course, and the company is in a hurry to take care of the problem. He offered to buy a 1-800-spank-ME with an explicit purpose to shut down the line. Unfortunately, that effort was not successful. If the studio was smart, he would buy the line and link it to Santa Claus's voice, which would mean that those who call it are disobedient.

It was discovered in the Seattle Times article in 1997 Those incidents continued. To take care of the problem, Disney eventually realized that the scene had just had to be cut off from the film together. As such, when the Santa Clause hit DVD in 1999, the mouse house removed the spank-me joke, completely avoiding any future headaches. In the years since then, children have no longer been private to very real telephone sex. Maybe it's for the better. Although, thanks to the internet, that scene is preserved in eternity. (No legal action has been taken.)

However, it is clear that the Spank-ME line was not a deliberate advertisement for Allen's sex line and film screenwriters. Indeed, the line felt like an advertisement. It was just a coincidence that there was a real 1-800-spank-me.

For iousubopitic: Yes, it seems that 1-800-spank-ME is very functioning. Of course, you have already called the number of iOsubocity, right?