Even to a kid, there was always something a little weird about “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’’ when it showed up on our TV screens every year around Christmastime.
The clunky Rankin/Bass stop-motion animation, which seemed low-rent and old-fashioned even in the mid-1960s. The sweatshop conditions of Santa’s workshop, with that fascistic head elf hollering at poor little Hermey, who wanted only to heed the siren song of . . . the dental profession. The Island of Misfit Toys that seemed more like a Village of the Damned.