The Perfect Holiday

Either you're in the mood for a sweet and simple Christmas movie or you're not. If you are, then Perfect Holiday should fit the bill nicely.

May be far from perfect, but the big question is why you're sitting in a movie theater watching it instead of cuddling up at home with the remote in one hand and a steaming toddy in the other.

Neither perfect nor much of a holiday, more like a fruitcake passed around from arthritic aunt to demented uncle -- stale, predictable and made with fossilized ingredients.

It's a measure of the film's lack of imagination that Morris Chestnut, as an aspiring songwriter logging time as a mall Santa, can't even think of a good fake occupation.

Watching the movie is like reaching into a Christmas stocking and pulling out handfuls of cheap plastic toys that are broken.

Most of the comedy comes from dull situations like a fat guy trying to put on a fat suit for no reason.

Wretched yuletide comedy.