Please, Grow up

Rating: 2/10 (26 December 2007)

If this film were made by an eight year old girl playing "pretend" with her five-year-old cousins ("OK, Hughie, pretend you're the prime minister and now you're crying cause you love me  Billy Bob, you can be the president  "), I might say it was cute.
But as a feature film? Pathetic. Anyone who works with movies who gives this film a thumbs up ought to be drummed out of the industry. And any male giving it a 6 or higher might as well cut off his testicles. This movie is for functional eunuchs only.
There isn't a remotely realistic plot line or honest dialog in the 45 minutes I tolerated. The only honest sentiment comes from a down-and-out singer who acknowledges his current song is a craven, purely-commercial, Christmas "turd." One can only hope that this is a wink from the producers telling us they understand exactly what kind of movie they have made.
Unfortunately, it's not just harmless fun. Such insipid cultural output leads directly to an addle-headed world of McDonalds-eating, People magazine-reading, American Idol-watching morons who swallow every piece of crap proclaimed by the US and UK governments, preached from Jesus-land pulpits and broadcast on Fox News.
People, please abandon this kind of rot. Get off your fat &$#! Think. Grow up.