Wife and I visited the multiplex tonight and saw the excellent "Whiplash" and then decided to stay for "Citizenfour". We needed to kill an hour between films, so we ducked into "Saving Christmas". She played solitaire on her phone for an hour. No one minded because we were the only two people in the theater. This film was the single most disturbing yet simultaneously hilarious experience I have ever had at the movies. The guy is obviously deeply in love with himself, and is so brainwashed that every time he looks directly into the camera with his vacant, smug, slightly cross-eyed stare, I was totally creeped out. He has about the same intellectual capacity for rational thought as my poodle. I actually think he may be a robot. He manages to say something that would offend every demographic group out there in a way not seen since Andrew Dice Clay, only he's not trying to be funny (I think, not sure). Wife wanted to hang out in the restroom rather than sitting through any more cinematic defecation, but I couldn't tear myself away. Had to leave before the much hyped dance sequence. As an atheist, I gave it a ten as a good will gesture. No hard feelings. Heaven help you, Kirk!
Review of Kirk Cameron's Saving Christmas
