Or, That Time That Santa Went to Prison and Dad Broke Parole to Spring Him. You know, for kids! A new classic in the annals of Yuletide movie misfires.
Sub-vaudeville 1950s sitcom humor and a horrifically dated message about boys as heroes and girls as the heroes’ property. You know, for kids!
I gotta go with Bryony, the kickass elf Wrapping Operative Grade Three, in Arthur Christmas…
I always enjoy seeing how movie titles translated into other languages, so of course I snapped some photos of movie posters when I was in France last month…
I’m guessing we’re meant to take on Arthur’s generous giving spirit as we shop, and not his clumsy, trashing-the-place-iness.
Is there sweet? Absolutely. But it is cut with funny: sometimes wicked, sometimes manic, often hysterical, always clever funny. And a whole lotta poignant, too.
I saw Arthur Christmas last weekend and really liked it but that might be because Justin Bieber had yet to warble all over it.
I might not have to hate this Christmas movie.