Look, Santa did a lot of coke in the '70's. Hung around with a bad crowd, bikers and faggots and drifters. So what if he fingered that underage Elf? It was crazy times, man. Crazy times.
Now it's clearer why the doom metal works; the original score is even more angsty.
Zurf, you're a fuckin' marvel. Swing on by for some arniston mac apple pie. From perhaps the only arniston mac tree left on the planet at this point. Fragments of the Golden Age still remaining...
Can't recommend this movie enough. I'd go as far as to say that it's a more satisfying Tolkeinesque experience than whatever crap Peter Jackson is slapping together these days.