I'm not sure kids... this review is having some problems. This special is makes me genuinely and legitimately angry. Like, red mist angry. Like, spitting nails angry. Now, I know, some people like it when I get angry, but I've felt lately that I've passed that phase. I'll still post the links for the Rudolph and Charlie Brown reviews, but I'm not sure I have it in me anymore.
On the other hand, the world needs to be told why this is making me angry. On yet another hand, certain events in the lives of some friends would make the review hit way to close to home. And yet, there is a truth to be told and a personal struggle to expose.
Sooo, yeah... I honestly don't know. You may end up reading about how The Bourne Identity and The French Connection TOTALLY count as Christmas movies come Sunday.
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