
Red One movie review: a very copaganda Christmas
Unfunny action comedy can’t even pull off sloppy Yuletide kitsch. The anti-chemistry among its likable stars is “bested” only by the ugly CGI. Have some light festive violence — you know, for kids!

Unfunny action comedy can’t even pull off sloppy Yuletide kitsch. The anti-chemistry among its likable stars is “bested” only by the ugly CGI. Have some light festive violence — you know, for kids!

Is it a slur on trickster elves to deny that Santa is one of them? Has anyone contacted Santa to ask what he considers his racial makeup to be?
Me? I just want the usual: world peace, a pony, and George Clooney.
There’s genuine magic here. Dark magic, even. That’s a good thing.

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’m gonna do a gender switch and say that Dawn French would be a fantastic Santa…

You simply need to see this to believe that anyone would conceive of such an outlandishly demented Christmas fantasy. In playing with the creepy roots of the story of Santa, Rare Exports finds the grim awfulness in the supposedly pleasant fantasy…
Starring Santa! Which is sorta ironic, actually, since clearly Santa does not need a razor. A beard trimmer, maybe, but not a razor.
Wow. This movie — from the archives of the British Film Institute — is 110 years old:

I am very happy to report that Cast Away is terrific. And touching and smart and willing to grant the audience a modicum of intelligence. I will never again be able to look at a purple and orange FedEx logo and not think about Tom Hanks and Cast Away. This is an unforgettable film, full of imagery and emotion that lingers, one that far exceeds even the high expectations that accompany it.