Oh yeah, Snow Miser has it all over Heat Miser. Snow Miser is cool and low-key, Heat Miser is loud and irritable.
However, it may not be a fair judgement. Snow Miser is shown first, and does that great song-and-dance number ("I’m Mr. Snow Miser, I’m Mr. Snow. I’m Mr. Icicle, I’m Mr. Ten Below . . .). When Heat Miser is shown later singing HIS song to the same tune, he seems like a copycat.
Snow Miser had it all over Heat Miser. No contest. Okay, Heat Miser could make things melt, big deal. Even Yuri Geller wouldn’t be impressed by that. But Snow Miser could make things turn to snow! How cool is that?
I love this movie so much. I always liked Snow Miser better, because he was willing to let it snow. Heat Miser was a brat that wouldn’t compromise. Now, I’m gonna have the song in my head too. Maybe I’ll go watch the movie. Lisa
Anybody else notice the Al Gore/Snow Miser --George W. Bush/Heat Miser resemblances?
Obviously Snow Miser is better. Heat Miser actually tries to kill Jingle, Jangle and Vixon with a blast of heat ray. No such murderous action comes from Snow Miser despite an early dire prediction from Santa. When our friends actually meet Snow Miser, he’s very friendly and does the original and cool Snow Miser song for them. He’s ready to send a snowstorm to Southtown immediately to alleviate the worldwide Christmas malaise and give Santa a holiday, but Heat Miser prevents this. Furthermore, Snow Miser foresees the immediate danger of a polar heat wave many years before talk of “global warming” and “polar icecap melt” became popular with environmental scientists.
Heat Miser, as mentioned above by Soup, rips off the Snow Miser song. He wants to exchange one measly snowstorm in Southtown for entire control of the North Pole. Even if he’s ignorant of the disasterous consequences of his actions (or more likely uncaring), it’s a completely unfair deal. Heat Miser obviously has a not-so-subtle satanic envy complex. He’s a fallen angel, and his bitterness comes through with every line. He is indeed, “too much”.
One final note: the oblivious Mother Nature figure is clearly responsible for the whole mess due to bad parenting. Sitting alone in her little garden and house while provoking fear from even Mrs. Clause, her refusal to get involved until requested by the Christmas crew is astonishing. Content to water a few plants while the world goes to hell in a handbasket, she obviously can control her sons but usually refuses to do so. Her children have become the same loners as she. She berates her children as “naughty”, but refuses to actually use her considerable influences except when requested (or should that be “begged”?). Then we’re supposed to be all so thankful. GRR!
No, no, no! As much as I love Snowie, he was the one that turned down the deal that would have kept Mother Nature out of the whole thing.
Negotiations went like this (paraphrasing):
Mrs. Claus informs Snowie that Heat Miser is willing to let it snow it South Town, but Heat Miser is asking for a piece of the North in return. Snowie listens…and Mrs. Claus explains that Heat Miser wants the North Pole. Snow Miser freaks out, prompting Mrs. Claus to visit Mother Nature. Of course, the brothers plead with her, but off she goes. Bitch.
On another note, does anybody remember when Mrs Claus, Jingle, Jangle and the little kid first visit Snow Miser? Snow Miser says something harmless about Santa Claus and the little kid steps forward like he’s some bad-ass and tells Snowie to shove it, in so many words. I always feel like saying, “Hey, kid…Snowie could drop kick your ass into Greenland, so show some respect you South Town suburbanite dweeb.”
I object. The Snow Miser nixed the deal for a very good reason. Heat Miser wanted to have complete control of the North Pole, not just one day’s worth of heat. A single day of snow in Southtown for complete control of one of the coldest places on earth. Outrageous! It’s obvious that Heat Miser never expected his brother to go through with the deal. He offered what anyone can certainly see is an unfair trade. Mother Nature worked out an effective compromise–one which I can imagine Snow Miser would have agreed to early on had not negotiations been so ugly. The unhappy and bitter Heat Miser is a jerk.
As to Mother Nature being kept out of the whole thing-- as I stated above-- she should have been right there from the beginning. Had not Jingle and Jangle interfered, there indeed would have been a year without a Santa Claus.
I have to go with Snow Miser. I mean come on, the North Pole for one little wimpy small US town? That’s not a fair trade. If it had been Southtown, USA for Northtown, Cananda I could see it, but not for the North Pole.
What always got me was the elves sticking socks over the antlers of the reindeer and passing it off as a dog.