In the late 17th century, Godfried Schalcken toiled as a painter of candlelit portraits. In 1839, lesbian vampire creator Sheridan Le Fanu cast the then-deceased artist as the protagonist of a ghost story. And in 1979, the BBC adapted the tale into the hourlong made-for-TV movie Schalcken the Painter.

While Schalcken (Jeremy Clyde, The Musketeer) serves an apprenticeship under Gerrit Dou (Maurice Denham, The Alphabet Murders), he also longs for the lovely petals and pistil of Dou’s niece, Rose (Cheryl Kennedy, The Magnificent Seven Deadly Sins). As he pursues her hand in marriage, Schalcken is not without competition: an old guy (John Justin, Lisztomania) who looks suspiciously like a rotting corpse, albeit a wealthy one.

Written and directed by Leslie Megahey (The Advocate), the film looks appropriately stately and proper. Although elegant and elegiac, it moves at the pace of drying pigments. That renders the story as low-wattage as the candles Schalcken reproduces on canvas, with only the occasional beat of madness — too occasional, as my interest waned before evaporating.

In this spiritual realm, I believe the Beeb fares better with its Ghost Stories for Christmas. While Schalcken the Painter enjoys a reputation of admiration, it plays like Peter Greenaway were hired to helm an episode of Tales from the Darkside, which is to say the vision and execution are misaligned. —Rod Lott

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From concept to execution, The Christmas Tapes could be titled V/H/S: XMAS. Whatever you think of that lo-fi horror anthology franchise is a reliable barometer of your reception to this well-stocked project of merriment, mischief, mayhem and murder.

On Christmas Eve, the camcorder-captured celebration of a white suburban family — the kind with “Live Laugh Love” signs in place of art — is interrupted by an unexpected visitor. It’s Geoff (a wonderful Greg Sestero, The Room), a “stranded” driver asking to use their phone. They oblige.

Mere minutes later, Geoff has the clan at gunpoint, forcing them to watch unsung Christmas movies he’s brought on VHS cassettes. Said “movies” are homemade … and suspiciously acquired. Luckily, the modern family still owns a player; otherwise, this framing device would be for naught.

Numbering four, they range from a vlogging couple’s camping trip gone bad after summoning a German scarecrow (with jump scares galore) to spouses spending their first holiday season in their newly purchased house (complete with unexplained occurrences). Sandwiched in between is a quick bit in the POV of someone who has to deliver a package before a literally explosive deadline.

The best present of all finds a well-meaning dad (Jason Kuykendall) shipping an oversized gift box to his kids. Its contents: himself! To heighten the Christmas spirit, he hires a Santa to truck him there; unfortunately, this Kris Kringle (Vernon Wells, The Road Warrior) veers from the plan.

Although the aforementioned haunted-house segment allows Dave Sheridan (Scary Movie’s Doofie) to improvise a little too long, The Christmas Tapes satisfies as a maniacal party mix of playful terror and dark humor. The framing device holds its own as a story, too. My Christmas wish is for Sestero to again reunite with his Infrared directing duo for another dip into Geoff’s bag of found-footage tricks. —Rod Lott