Bad Santa

Climactic uplift is far less important than the bawdy, nasty, inappropriate hilarity peddled by Terry Zwigoff’s 2003 gem, which also benefits from the participation of the late Bernie Mac and John Ritter.

In the annals of movie profanity, this movie would rate an Oscar, but it's actually pretty sweet at heart, although never sentimental. And if you don't believe me, you know what you can do.

An antidote to forced holiday cheer, this scabrously funny misanthropic comedy is not for the whole family.

If Bad Santa does well at the box office, Zwigoff will get credit for being a savvy player. That Bad Santa is as vile and stupid as Ghost World was insightful and touching is something Hollywood has no interest in measuring.

Bad Santa is definitely not PC, it's rude and crude and, I think, very funny.

Once the rude shock of a profane Claus wears off, there's not really much to do except await the next outrageous remark.

The film contains perhaps 90 seconds of genuine amusement. The rest is forced, juvenile, "off."

His journey of humanization (or the softening of a terribly hardened heart) is sometimes genuinely poignant, even when it's surrounded by preposterously reprehensible conduct.

Lauren Graham was wonderful as the sweet, at times horny, bartender with a thing for Santa.

This tale of a misanthrope and a bullied boy is grossly funny yet rather affecting. Willie may not win Dad Of The Year but increasingly has the kid's interests at heart, and after drunkenly eating the advent calendar chocolates does at least feel guilty.