One does not share butternut squash
At first glance this is a bad Christmas movie for children with quirky transitions with sounds like BONG and a silly elf that you’d want to murder.
But as it goes along, it starts to become a creepy stalker film about grown men following children around.
And then a bad dark depressing soap opera melodrama with Lou Gherig’s disease, a kid in a wheelchair, children bonding over death parents, pre-mortem video and daddy issues. Who was this made for?
But most importantly, what am I doing?