Bad Santa 2 Movie Review
Just in time for the Oscars comes a movie that was overlooked by them: Bad Santa 2, a sequel so bad it doesn’t even deserve its own title.
Thirteen years after the original flew into theaters like a bat out of hell, Bad Santa 2 poses one critical question: why the fuck does this movie exist?
Who was asking for this film? Who thought a sequel over a decade later made any sense? Is Billy Bob Thornton that desperate for money?
Needless to say, Bad Santa 2 plays out like Thornton went on a bender, puked all over the screenplay, urinated on it and then added some defecation for good measure (and smeared it into something resembling words). The worst kind of comedy is one that isn’t funny; Bad Santa 2 is just a bunch of crudeness without a punchline, mean-spirited humor without edge.
The movie is so dreadful you’ll deserve a lap dance from Mrs. Claus if you make it through all 92 excruciating minutes of its runtime.
I could go into further detail about why Bad Santa 2 sucks sagging testicles, but what’s the point? It’s a terrible, unfunny and downright dull movie that isn’t worth another word.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.