Quentin Tarantino touches himself excitedly while directing this eye-rolling self-congratulatory waste of almost three hours.
It’s a Christmas caper so expect sickening sentimentality, grating precious daughters, surly teens, and Santa trying very hard to be cool.
This one is alright as a fanfiction sequel, but as an official sequel, it’s… well, I’m conflicted.
The franchise metamorphosis into ludicrous live action cartoon is now complete. Oh god, can it die off now?
If you need more reasons to hate BP, watch this disaster flick. It’s based on a true story as well as Hallmark tropes.