Movie Review: ‘BAD SANTA 2’ descends down the same chimney

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Jared McMillan // Film Critic

BAD SANTA 2
Rated R, 92 minutes.
Director: Mark Waters
Cast: Billy Bob Thornton, Kathy Bates, Tony CoxChristina HendricksBrett Kelly and Octavia Spencer

It goes without saying that the holiday season is a big payday for the movies. So much so, that it looks like the studios depend on that just as much as the summer box office. It usually revolves around a hodgepodge of award contenders, an animated release, and comedy sequels that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. But hey, holidays equal nostalgia.

This season’s Thanksgiving holiday offers the same formula, with BAD SANTA 2 filling in the role of movie-that-should’ve-been-funny-but-is-just-a-terrible-rehash.

When BAD SANTA first debuted in 2003, it was a welcome, hard-edge comedy that was still in the vain of the holiday spirit. The down-on-his-luck protagonist found redemption in the end, achieving a makeshift family mired in affectionate dysfunction. 13 years later, and Willie (Billy Bob Thornton) has ruined everything and is back to square one. Thurman (Brett Kelly) is now 21 and hangs onto Willie as a father figure, despite his best attempts to push him away.

Marcus (Tony Cox) shows up after getting out of prison, and lures Willie in with another Christmas heist. This time it’s a Chicago charity that hauls in a big payday, and they have an insider to bring them in, Willie’s mom Sunny (Kathy Bates). It quickly becomes apparent that she is the source of Willie’s depression/alcoholism/cynicism/other isms. However, it’s a supposed $2 million haul, so Willie stays to help crack the safe, and the heist is on.

Billy Bob Thornton stars as Willie Soke, and Brett Kelly as Thurman Merman in BAD SANTA 2. Courtesy of Broad Green Pictures

Billy Bob Thornton stars as Willie Soke, and Brett Kelly as Thurman Merman in BAD SANTA 2. Courtesy of Broad Green Pictures

While the original had its raunchy behavior and language, what made those jokes work was that they were misnomers to the characters; they still had normal emotions and logic to ground the superlatives. It was still a story of a burglar who finds happiness as Santa, whether it be a love interest or a child. However, BAD SANTA 2, like most comedy sequels, looks to those jokes to be the main support of the story, and misses a lot of the time. While the jokes work well between colleague (Willie and Marcus), it is downright sad coming from his only family (Willie and Sunny).

Furthermore, regarding running with the wrong jokes, there is something that goes unattended throughout the whole movie: Thurman Merman. It’s interesting to watch this in comparison to the original because he is basically the same character. So, when the script goes for call backs to those jokes, it elicits a feeling of peculiar sadness now versus the hilarity the audience experienced in the original. There is a reason that Thurman hasn’t progressed or changed at all, and no one bothers to address it.

Also, the lust interest in this film is Diane (Christina Hendricks), who runs the charity with her husband. For a throwaway reason of “my husband hasn’t had sex with me in a decade”, she decides to get with Willie? Why? Because he said lewd things? It’s an unnecessary subplot that has no build, which is a microcosm of the glaring problem BAD SANTA 2 has throughout: It’s heartless. Sure, there are funny moments, but without the humanity, all the movie becomes is another comedy sequel poorly trying to cash in on the predecessor’s jokes.

BAD SANTA 2 opens nationwide on Wednesday (11/23).

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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.