A Very Merry Mix-Up

Blorch. Alicia Witt can't save this hackneyed "Girl dating douchebag meets the man who's actually right for her and they skirt around each other until she finally wrings her panties out, dumps the fucktard and hooks up with Mr Right two minutes before the credits roll." Christmas is immaterial, it just happens to take place in December, meaning it's good for nothing except purging poison from your stomach. Watched it last year, tried again and could barely withstand 20 minutes. Nausea factor high. Christmas factor low. MSG Middle Finger.