Iñárritu turned this into Birdman and no one can convince me otherwise.
Sub-standard Christmas movie that alternates between the North Pole and Phoenix, Arizona. Bill Hader and Shirley Maclaine are fun, and the colors are gloriously exaggerated, but this is mostly embarrassing. Best part is how Christmas films are *still* stuck with the subplot of technology taking over old-time traditions.
Abominable. Chickenshit exploitation of queerness and public persona, in addition to being formally inept. Every single element of this movie is subpar, lacking in nuance and a solid foundation of existence. All of the reaction shots are gold - everyone is lost: in geography, character motivation, respect of authenticity or even some semblance of cinematic coherence. Nothing is even remotely aware of its functionality. The film…