Bad Santa 2 movie review: been there, done that, licked the candy cane lasciviously
Hard to believe it took 13 years to get a sequel to our screens and still have it show not a hint of Bad Santa’s inspiration or subversion.
Bad Santa
Focus movie review: con inartistry
Unpleasant, humor free, and contrary to accepted codes of movie morality. And that’s before it shows its hand as a pile of implausible sentimental mush.
Bad Words redband trailer: bee with a sting
Will it be Bad Santa, or bad Adam Sandler?
question of the day: What are you favorite not-so-dumb crass comedies, à la ‘Bad Teacher’ and ‘Bad Santa’?
I fully expect that many of you will consider some movies not-so-dumb that I have railed against as so-totally-dumb. Have at it.
Bad Teacher (review)
A refreshing breath of just-so-wrongness in today’s movie milieu.
I Love You Phillip Morris (review)
Bad Santa writers Glenn Ficarra and John Requa graduate to writer-directors here, and give us a warmly human and hugely funny story that’s almost a sendup of both prison melodramas and hetero romantic comedies… yet is also a truly amorous and very satisfying tale about the extremes to which a man will go for love.
Friday night fortune cookie: “Bad Santa” Willie says…
“Wish in one hand, shit in the other. See which one fills up first.”
trailer break: ‘I Love You Phillip Morris’
Take a break from work: watch a trailer… Interestingly, the name of the movie is misspelled in its own trailer. Phillip should have two l’s. Philip with one l is Philip Morris, the tobacco company… which is what I originally figured the title referred to. I thought this was gonna be another satire along the … more…
best and worst movies of 2003 (and good riddance to a lousy year)
It hasn’t been a great year for film — I’m not the first critic you’ve heard say this. I had some very powerful and very entertaining experiences at the movies this year, but not as many as in other years, and few of those experiences coincided with the films that Hollywood wants us to think … more…
Bad Santa (review)
So, when I attended a screening on November 14, I was already primed for *Bad Santa,* the meanest, curmudgeonliest, blackest holiday movie I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen most of ’em. It’s like, How much more black could it be? And the answer is None, none more black. I haven’t laughed at film this hard all year, and maybe not last year, either. And much of that laughter sprung from shock: I spent half the film saying to myself, ‘Holy crap, I can’t believe they did that!’ and ‘They did *not* just do that!’ It’s hard to be shocking in the era of the Farrelly Brothers, but *Bad Santa* is shocking partly because it’s so unrepentant and unapologetic. There’s no attempt to infuse the film with heart or soul or sweetness or light. *Bad Santa* unrelentingly twisted. And that’s just wonderful.
