As an attempt to get into the Christmas spirit, I watched a series of festive films. Watching a variety of traditional and non-traditional flicks, I tried to uncover what makes a great Christmas movie.
After finishing my Christmas film adventures, I note some conclusions and statistics about the 19 hours of films watched over the past month.
To force a short break from films that are just too Christmassy, I enjoy a personal favourite that barely even tries to relate to the winterval.
Billy Jackson is basically tortured by Santa Claus to relive Christmas until he likes it. This is the Stockholm Syndrome of Christmas films.
I finally get out from behind the sofa and force myself to watch a singing, dancing Kelsey Grammer as Ebenezer Scrooge.
To win back his son's love, Tim Allen must find Santa, face him, and then... become him.
Melissa Joan Hart handcuffs a blogger for an hour and a half and forces him to spend time with her boring, annoying family. Or something like that.
A bunch of felt animals unfavourably cheat their way to the top spot in my Christmas movie marathon.
I mistake racism-centric Shaft for a Christmas film. The result is exactly what you might expect.
I review Elf and find it to be a fun film, but strike some issues with my highly personal festive categories.
Polar Express is a mo-cap mad-cap adventure on a Pere Marquette #1225 which demonstrates how Christmas spirit should be celebrated.
In my Christmas films season, we find the first clanger. The fifth Home Alone film fails to provide anything of quality whatsoever.
We join Martin Freeman and his class of merry students as they try and put on the best Nativity play of all time. There are laughs, tears and lots of clapping along.
My 17-years-too-late review of a true Schwarzenegger classic.
There are so many Christmas films. So, so many. This year, I'm going to watch some of them and tell you what I think.