Christmas Revisited

Oh Dear. How did this bore fest ever get made?

Take an impossibly good looking cast, dress them in sumptuous winter outfits and snazzy Christmas pyjamas for the night scenes. Cure the orchestra and yell 'Cut'.

Cut the script. In half. Cut the endless talking. Cut the gooey ivory smiles plastered on their faces. Cut any plot. Cut any sense of these actors playing real people. Cut any meaningful back-story. Change the title to 'The Bigger Chill'.

The corny music is so intrusive it consumes the entire thing.

A bunch of people who apparently went to college together as youths decide it would be fun to have a reunion at a dead friend's winter getaway cottage. It's not much fun for them. It's not much fun for the dead friend, although at least he didn't have to put up with his boring friends. It's not much fun for us. That's it. That's all you get. I was hoping for some serial-killer to arrive to turn up the heat. But instead we get a lot of snow.

The actors are all very nice. The outfits are all very nice. The cabin is very nice. But nothing happens. Literally nothing. Just snow. Snow happens. Or maybe a snow making machine happens.

These folks have to be the most boring people on earth. They just sit around- usually in twos- and talk. They have nothing must to talk about. Maybe they should have had a seance and channelled their dead friend. That might have brightened the immensely dull procedings.

I have absolutely no idea what audience this stale film was meant for.

It's utter rubbish.