Max Headroom and the hippie from C.H.U.D. play two guys who get into a holiday pissing match over who has the best Christmas decorations. We've all seen this movie before because they make it every year, but despite the fact that it's a pretty good premise (people acting like assholes on Christmas) everyone always seems to louse it up. And this might be the worst take yet: it's so forced and fucking obvious that when the two main guys start their feud the word "Peace" on the one dude's "Peace On Earth" sign falls over. The wit! The irritated wives get the only good lines (which numbered almost in the three), Max Headroom's kid looks like what would happen if the Nazis bred the ideal dork, and there's a pointless "fossils in love" sideplot that exists solely to chew up more time, as if this flick isn't a big enough waste of it already. The only redeeming quality is the random, babe-licious housewife who guesses "Ave Maria" during charades at the neighborhood Christmas party. A way better Christmas movie could be made about her and I fucking.

Hey, if she's dressed as an elf and has a candy cane up her ass, it counts as a Christmas movie.