If for some reason you've never seen it – and if you haven't, you really should – The Nightmare Before Christmas is the story of Jack Skellington, king of a world that's the living embodiment of Halloween. But Jack's burnt out on the same old scares, and longs for something new – which he finds when he opens a strange door and gets thrust into Christmas Town (like his world, but, you know, with Christmas). Obsessed with this novel idea, Jack decides to take over the holiday himself, and has Santa Claus kidnapped so he can play the role. But Jack's efforts are misguided and disastrous, and it's up to Sally, a lonely Frankenstein rag doll girl, to try and stop him and save both Halloween and Christmas.
From the outset, what drew rock fans to the film was that it didn’t pull any punches with its depiction of every weirdo’s favourite holiday. The Halloween of The Nightmare Before Christmas is both no-holds-barred spooky and rambunctiously fun. Burton and director Henry Selick didn't give audiences a bunch of innocent Disney goofballs – their monsters are born to terrify and disgust. There’s a hanging tree, a clown that rips its own face off, and a boogeyman who’s full of writhing insects. Corpses and severed heads are referenced constantly; the vampires win a blood-drinking medal.
At the same time, these aren’t creatures of horror: they’re beings of Halloween. The citizens of Halloween Town’s slightly-crooked landscape seem to be in perpetual good humour, celebrating the arrival of their favourite day rather than looking to, say, hunt humans for sport.