It's bad enough that Crystal Bernard's boss is officious and demanding, but do we need to see it in the running of the North Pole? Santa has a right-hand man who is so officious that you want to see him turned into stocking coal. This creates a very unpleasant opening to a Christmas comedy that has a retiring Santa demanding that his son (Steve Guttenberg) get married. Just like that. Sweet Mrs. Claus is also as demanding, although jolly old St. Nick just seems like a little boy in a fat santa suit.
So now Guttenberg hits the big city, looking for miss right and finds it with the widowed Bernard who has a young son. Joyful Joyful. Christmas movies of the past 25 years have been a very mixed bag, and there is something about the new fashion that makes the old fashioned much more desirable. New trends aren't necessarily a good representation of the holiday spirit, and this is very depressing with the agenda it presents.
You get all of the Christmas joy in the music and in props oh, but there's a phoniness in modern society that just makes this irritating from the start. The acting for the most part create a bunch of obnoxious characters, and it makes me long for a sleigh that will take me through a Time Tunnel back in 1946 when I could find a wonderful life with James Stewart or hopefully a revival house starring Barbara Stanwyck taking me to Connecticut for Christmas. Guttenberg is fine but he has no chemistry with Bernard.
So now Guttenberg hits the big city, looking for miss right and finds it with the widowed Bernard who has a young son. Joyful Joyful. Christmas movies of the past 25 years have been a very mixed bag, and there is something about the new fashion that makes the old fashioned much more desirable. New trends aren't necessarily a good representation of the holiday spirit, and this is very depressing with the agenda it presents.
You get all of the Christmas joy in the music and in props oh, but there's a phoniness in modern society that just makes this irritating from the start. The acting for the most part create a bunch of obnoxious characters, and it makes me long for a sleigh that will take me through a Time Tunnel back in 1946 when I could find a wonderful life with James Stewart or hopefully a revival house starring Barbara Stanwyck taking me to Connecticut for Christmas. Guttenberg is fine but he has no chemistry with Bernard.