A family gets together for Christmas and they all fight. This is always entertaining, and even though it doesn't approach the levels I grew up with (Xmas tree dragged upstairs and thrown out a second story window; someone dry-clicking a revolver in a teenage girl's face) I laughed out loud at least twice, which is more than I can say for most holiday movies. And Christ but you won't believe the hotness on hand: the main guy's British girlfriend and the dumb sister with the fiancé are just run-of-the-mill hot, but I'd hang my Christmas balls all over the bitchy redhead, and the relatively normal brunette sister is so incomprehensibly tasty that I'd [CENSORED]. (My new editor nixed that one so let's just say that it involves two giant novelty candy canes, a bucket of chum, and all of her orifices. ALL of them.) Hell, the mom is the maid from Newhart (you know, the one who looked like a non-slutty Samantha Fox), and even she's still shockingly doable. There was some crying and drama and Oh-my-god-you're-on-drugs! towards the end, but as far as I'm concerned that just made it even more Christmassy. I give it two candy canes up. Right up that hot brunette's eager little [CENSORED] and then [CENSORED] with both of my [CENSORED] [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] on fucking fire, that is.

Okay, this new editor isn't working out at all. If you're reading this, Kevin, you can pick up your last check on Monday. Don't cash it for a couple of days though, okay?